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Loud Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah, uh (Cup up in my pain like I'm Cris) I put fifty in that drum, watch his knees shake (yeah) Tell lil' baby bust it slow like a freeze frame, ayy Lil 'baby, I got game like it's EA Ayy, lil' baby, I got game like it's EA (yeah yeah yeah) Uh, uh, call me toll free (toll free, yeah) Uh, coupe with the wing (with the wing, uh) I'm connected like wif' (just like wif', yeah) Watch it lock up in the pot with the steam (with the-) Pour a six up in the town with your trees, yeah (in the trees, yeah) Like look at me, we sippin' drank, we don't do trees, yeah (ain't no trees, yeah) Got a hundred racks on me, revenge on bodies, yeah (racks, racks) Man in the mirror with the gleam of the perms with the Listerine, yeah I put fifty in that drum, watch his knees shake Tell lil' baby bust it slow like a freeze frame, ayy (woo, Woo) Lil 'baby, I got game like it's EA (swish) Ayy, lil' baby, I got game like it's EA (swish, swish) Ride my dick, yeah, it turn white, yeah, yeah, I'm fightin' (huh) Sippin' on that mud, yeah (yuh), I can't fight this (yuh) Sippin' on that mud, yeah (yuh), I can't fight this Slick with the drum, yeah, yeah, make me fire this Opp sent a tweet, slick without my heat, dawg Wasn't nowhere to be seen, that's on big dawg Never let these niggas trick you off the street, dawg Protect trigger finger, yeah, that bitch itch, dawg, itch, dawg Hol' up, I just cut a brick, left residue on my fingers I'm countin' blue faces on faces, I pour eights so I'm painless Hold a Percocet and Tech, flex, yeah, sweat, give me wet neck Yeah, bitch, I drop like twenty on my chest Goddamn, what the play is? Goddamn, I'm off like eight pills (yuh) Eight seals won't fill me well, faded with these lines I'm seein' demons with my eyes closed If I pop it open, there might be no need for blindfolds Plottin' on my enemies, 'cause, frankly I don't like folks Fuckin' on this opp bitch 'cause she bad, her pussy right though Sippin' on this Henny, movin' slow, you know what I'm on Shit, you know what I'm on Sippin' on this Henny, movin' slow, you know what I'm on We want all the smoke, SSET, said attention (yuh) More zips than a Balmain denim (yuh) Rich Gang, Rich Life, we respect it (yuh, SSET) Glock hold seventeen like extension (yeah) I'm collectin' my allowance from these dawg hoes twice a week Ain't no safehaven for no pussy, ain't no shade tree on the beach I told Zoey we gotta get up on them jet skis (yeah) And they know I keep the puck like Gretzky I put fifty in that drum, watch his knees shake (yeah) Tell lil' baby bust it slow like a freeze frame, ayy (yuh yuh) Lil 'baby, I got game like it's EA (swish) Ayy, lil' baby, I got game like it's EA (yeah yeah yeah) Uh, uh, call me toll free (toll free, yeah) Uh, coupe with the wing (with the wing, uh) I'm connected like wif' (just like wif', yeah) Watch it lock up in the pot with the steam (with the rrah)

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