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I'ma just sip on the mud, yeah

Ten racks, I can’t s— huh

Ten racks, I can’t go, yeah (Go)

She wanna call my phone right now, yeah (She wanna call my— yeah)

Pfft, uh, smoke that gas, I’m a stoner, ayy

Pass the— ayy, ayy

She wan’ fuck?, I’m down, yeah (I’m down)

I been feeling down, yeah

She want— yeah, yeah

Why she call my phone, yeah? (Why she call my)

Sh— (Uh, uh), she want— uh, uh, yeah

That bitch, she got a lil' bone to pick, she play with my boner, yeah (Play with my boner)

Uh, big ass stick, big-ass Glock (Big ass Glock)

I can feel that Rick, good-ass job

Bad-ass bih', give good rimjob

That boy, he say he got a bone to pick, we kill that dawg (Kill that dawg)

Saint Laurent, Saint Laurent

Send that boy to God

Bitch, I get [?]

20, we drop 50, mhm

Maybach, yeah we flip it, yeah

The window, yeah, we five percent it, yeah

We get him cut down, he slippin’

.556, don’t miss shit

We flip him, that nigga slippin'

That boy pussy, we gon’ bitch him

She a freak, shoot like Piston

You must think, I want attention

I’m doing good

That’s the reason I'm winnin'

Yeah, I'm doing good, ain't no sin

I smoke 'wood, I drink gin

What she want? Spend my bands

She look good, she a ten

Say I shouldn’t, bitch, I did

I want nucks, I want tinteds

It's 1oneam, I'm listening to Zen

It's 1 a.m, in my feelings again

I'm prayin' to God, I'm like, "Amen"

Why'd I buy this ho shit?

He get bombed, a lot of my bitches keep texting my phone

[?]

These niggas be broke, they shoppin' at Ross

Lil' nigga talkin 'bout smoke, he don't want none of that

I fuck her good, now she runnin' back

She giving head, where yo' tongue at?

All that Wock', I drunk that

He want to talk, we smoke that

Yeah, new Saint Laurent bag

Bitch-ass nigga, we on that (Bitch-ass nigga, we—)