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Nigga, me and Pluto in this bitch like 7 in the morning, nigga No sleep, nigga Still been sippin' all night, nigga, damn Money drip Wheezy outta here
Yeah, uh, she give me top in the Tesla I may invest in the extra I'm getting money, power, hoes, clothes, nigga et cetera I'm on a whole 'nother level I take Perkys to fight all my demons It don't help that my bitch is a devil
Came up in the hallway Serving J, yeah, yeah Money coming every way My bitch'll pay, yeah, yeah 80/20, mine off top I'm fuckin' her face, yeah, yeah Man you tripping, I'm spilling the sauce It dripping over, yeah, yeah
Spend a check on that pussy (Whoa, whoa, whoa, uh) I got designer all over my hoodie (Whoa, whoa, whoa, uh) Yo' nigga ain't real, yo' nigga a pussy (Uh, look) There he go He get a few shots (Bow) Out the Draco
Blue cheese stuck to my jeans, yeah, yeah Double up, geeked off lean, yeah, yeah Baped up, lookin' like a king, yeah, yeah Bad bitch pullin' my sleeve, yeah, yeah No socks, Gucci my feet, yeah, yeah Haven't been to sleep in a week, yeah, yeah Bite down on my teeth You smell codeine when I pee, yeah, yeah
Sipping on red lean Gun got a red beam Know niggas from the red team They go brazy Pull up in that new thing I was fucking on new thing Bad bitch with a tongue ring
Came up in the hallway Serving J, yeah, yeah Money coming every way My bitch'll pay, yeah, yeah 80/20, mine off top I'm fuckin' her face, yeah, yeah Man you tripping, I'm spilling the sauce It dripping over, yeah, yeah (Hol' up)
Pour me a four and another, I love it Sip, sip, sip, uh It's me and Hendrix in the club Wondering if we gon' take your bitch We already got five, we was gon' make her six I didn't eat today, but I took the Perc And I prayed to God, it won't make me sick
Pour me some drugs in the cup No rush, like sip, sip, sip, uh-huh Ain’t got enough fingers for all these rings I'm drip, drip, drip, uh-huh Turn them lil' niggas to fiends All they wanna do is bust clips, uh-huh Keep a MAC-11 with a beam I'm gucci, don't slip Gold in your face, yeah, yeah Flooded out baguettes, yeah, yeah
Came up in the hallway Serving J, yeah, yeah Money coming every way My bitch'll pay, yeah, yeah 80/20, mine off top I'm fuckin' her face, yeah, yeah
Yeah, uh, she give me top in the Tesla I may invest in the extra I'm getting money, power, hoes, clothes, nigga, et cetera I'm on a whole 'nother level I take Perkys to fight all my demons It don't help that my bitch is a devil
Wheezy outta here, Wheezy outta here Wheezy outta here, Wheezy outta here
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