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Yeah
I got my chains on fucking your bitch
I got some ice in my hands, my ears, my wrist
My shooters don't know how to miss
Niggas talk down

keep you dancing
Ibiza in miami
New Ibiza in Miami
Y'all lame like flame on side on whip
Y'all dress like a bitch in 2006
How you the man but you act

try to deal me under hand
If you on that lame shit I don’t understand
I just put a hunnit hoes in a sprinter van
Not playing no games truth or dare
I

you ain’t tough enough It’s gone be a man down Tell yo homie stand down
Ima Win hands down I feel like the man Now bitch
I’m cashin Out Foreign whip

feathers
Knife work nuts when I push through sweaters
Use that shank, grip that firm
I did it bareback with my left hand (bareback)
I get top, get top,

the back like I'm Trippie she 'Owee'
I got a baddie she came with her best friend
Chrome little heart and the ice on my left hand
Peeping my finesse
She

been so 1000 late (Tik Tok)
Feudal estate (Brr)
You can't afford to escape (Ching)
You watch on my escapades (Woo)
Blowin' up like hand grenade (Bow)
She

sleepless night working on these tracks (No sleep)
See I stay cooking in the kitchen
Trynna whip perfection (I'm whipping)
And I been down for a minute
Now

two hands on my meet while my balls dangle
Damn
Now, I'm about to bust
It ain't a nigga or a bitch that the kid can trust
It's one hundred sticks in

Mcqueen my tote
Can't question my hustle, can't question my drive
Push start the whip, and that bih come alive
Playing my hand and the way that it's dealt

I'm taking it
He got his hand out, I ain't shaking it
I know his ass be snaking shit
I told my Momma I'm making it
I ain't in a Hellcat, but I'm racing

of niggas be two face man that's sum bad business
Never had my hand out I couldn't ask niggas
Why you flossing with that whip we both know that it's rented
I

if she
Let it go south
I’m popping like Perkies
I’m popping like Xan's
Damn this verse punching
I ain’t using no hands
Might hop in a Lambo'
Might hop

Feel up on my body, yeah, she rubbin' all the shit with it
Bitches tryna have it three some, just know I'm down with it
Pack up in the bitch hands, watch

you
Something about it just raising my mood
Got a fifth in the whip, you know I know all the tricks
And that small talk game, know that shit will never

to distance myself
No time for the phoniness
Full house butbut I still deal with loneliness
Hand outs? Nah niga not condoning it
Get ya body sprayed up

rhymes is a pistol whip now
Cheating spits these adulterous scripts out
Wrecking homes/holmes, the way these flows go'n go hit now
She said I wasn't a man

my wrist down
Get clipped now 'cuz rhymes is a pistol whip now
Cheating spits these adulterous scripts out
Wrecking homes/holmes, the way these flows

to beef
I'm not a pastor man I don't mean to preach
I'm good with the hands and you gon' need your teeth
So you don't need to speak cuz if you need to geek

on the bitch
Got the foreign black whip and you know I drop the top
Got a whole pack bitch and you know I smoke a lot
Got a foreign, bad bitch, and you know she

was forced to be a soldier at a young age no draft
Soon they'll see what I'm saying
Yeah like your drafts saved
Taxed me on the new whip just got my tax

touch
Could end up in prison, or do it by the book and clean your hands up
Fuck you mean, dirty money keeps me clean, my bands up
Loud money throwing

a brick, Eat a dick
I'm in bliss, Ignorance
Riding round in my whip
Ain't no bitch on my sip
Crucifix in my hand
Only god gets me thrilled
That is why, I'm

"Thats right go away," yeah
That's what's she's gonna say
When she sees all these, bandz
In my hand, she ain't never going back
To your broke ass who don't