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love hoes, just fuck those
Stay with Mary Jane like I'm Peter Parker
Eviction notice had to leave apartments
Now it's new whips with no key to start it

and my friends
We riding thru CoMo with reefer in hands
Arrive at the scene not a crease in the pants
Looking all fly like some grease out the pan
She say

the klan
Or a chopper from Afghanistan
Air this bitch out you trying my man's
All these bitches on me they some fans
See me up so they ask for a hand
See me

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

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

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

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

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

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,

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

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

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

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

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

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

on it
And I'm
And I'm
And I'm on it
This little bitch thought I was done here
Get to the bag get that hardware
Chains whips yeah I got that all here
Tie

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

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

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