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Had to muhfuckin` turn the muhfuckin` light off That`s what I had to do Uh-huh (Uh-huh, uh-huh)30, you a fool for this one You can turn the headphones up
Slime (Slime) The whole gang slime (Slime) Pull up a sauna, I`m fine (Fine) Reach in the bag, grab the iron (Bop, bop, bop, bop) Still rock the ice when I`m flyin`, uh (Ice) If she ain`t fuckin`, she spyin` (Fuckin`) Niggas be hatin` on gang (Gang) Really just sound like they cryin` (Bitch) These niggas bit on the cap (Bitch) Carl Ripley`s, I think they lyin` (Cap) These old niggas gettin` washed (Huh) They can buy every new watch (Mhm) It still wouldn`t buy `em more time (Gang) I pick the drip, you get slimed, huh (Drip) Don`t make the gang do a crime, huh (Drip) Get em` on cam like a Vine, huh (Drip) Yeah
Yeah nigga, you know what the fuck goin` on Niggas keep forgetting about who Niggas keep forgetting about who goddamn Started this muhfuckin` new wave shit, bruh Come on, man, give my respect, bitch
Yeah, smokin` like hickory (Hick) Stay with the stick for the trickery (Stick) Pay my respect to keep taking the victories Freddy went missin`, that shit was a mystery Caught me a vibe, yeah a negative energy Don`t be upset that I called you a mini-me Keep me a Uzi, that shit be the minigun Hunnid round clips, pop it right in the Tommy gun My niggas shoot, they don`t do the octagon, yup Spider drop out like Decepticon (Bitch) Right at your crib while you`re eatin` dinner (Bah) Dressed in a mask like it`s Comic Con (Ho) Twelve came in the hotel room (Hoo) I like to sleep with the palms (Shit) Nut fill up to her gums (Shit) All in her stomach like Tums (Shit)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I said what I said And I`m a eight-figure, muhfuckin` twenty-one year old millionaire Ain`t got no kids either Ain`t no bitch gon` trick me out my dollar Ain`t takin` care of none of these dry-hair bitches with kids, nigga
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