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Dub dab on 'em Turt trap on 'em Star cap on 'em Ty' trap on 'em Marijuana Bap, bap on 'em I'm squawking on 'em I'm socking on 'em Bap, bap, bop, bop Brrrrr, Brrrrr Bop, bop, bop, bop, bop Rock 'em Sock 'em Robots 'Bout to dab up on them folks 'Bout to get all of the dough 'Bout to dab up on them folks 'Bout to get all of the dough 'Bout to dab up on them folks 'Bout to get all of the dough 'Bout to dab up on them folks 'Bout to get all of the dough 'Bout to dab up on them folks 'Bout to get all of the dough 'Bout to dab up on them folks 'Bout to get all of the dough 'Bout to dab up on them folks 'Bout to get all of the dough 'Bout to dab up on them folks 'Bout to get all of the dough Walking out our mansion Wearing our free gucci Got loads of jewelry Your boys are back with unity (Hey, wassup) Your boys are back with unity The public wants more of us Straight Fire caused some ruckus I’m here to tell you that ain’t nothing Cuz Hundo P is coming Hey, can I tell you something? Your weak ass verse is literal trash My verses though, get me all the cash This album is gonna be a smash 'Bout to dab up on them folks 'Bout to get all of the dough 'Bout to dab up on them folks 'Bout to get all of the dough 'Bout to dab up on them folks 'Bout to get all of the dough 'Bout to dab up on them folks 'Bout to get all of the dough 'Bout to dab up on them folks 'Bout to get all of the dough 'Bout to dab up on them folks 'Bout to get all of the dough 'Bout to dab up on them folks 'Bout to get all of the dough 'Bout to dab up on them folks 'Bout to get all of the dough You can hear my name floating on the wind Star come to play then Star gonna win I take what I want, but I never get took And these fake ass crews see my face, they stay shook I’m flicking on my wrist look at these 1’s boy, aye I’m looking back like look how far we come boy, aye I’m riding in some shit you never seen boy, aye Doing dirt, but my shoes stay clean boy, aye Hit you with the shit boi, I ain’t nothing to sneeze at Selling all that good, got the fiends on they knees at Shit I’m selling got these bitches playing with they nose Sliding thru the function, keep these bois on they toes Everybody wondering why my wrist stay froze Everybody in the building staring at my clothes Hide it in the ceiling now these bitches play me close Give me dap when you see me cuz after the shit I’m ghost People like boi how you shine so bright I said I’m a fucking Star bitch open up your eyes When I step up, it’s 30 Gs hoping out the ride And the limo stay shaking cuz it's keys in the sides Beat you anywhere, any time, any place My verses’ll scorch, on your phone or on a tape I ain’t a bitch so I don’t fuck with no vapes I only fuck with straight green, weed, or the papes Police can never find me cuz I’m state to state Got a warrant out on me so I’m probably gon' be late I wrote a whole album just to tell you I ain’t fond of ya Living under the sea, boi, you can catch me wearing nautica I pull up to your anchor with the whole crew and slaughter ya I bought a garbage truck to have a place to get the bodies dumped I’m holding on a shotty when you died nobody thought of ya I’m at the funeral holding the coffin bawling at ya luck Hold up, the Fuccbois is here Take a break for a while, get some shit for your ears Hold up, the Fuccbois is here Take a break for a while, get some shit for your ears