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[Intro]

Yeah, huh

What up, Gavin?

Haha

Yeah, all my, yeah

[Verse]

All my niggas pourin' juice in they coffee cups

Got it on my own, ain't nobody ever bossed me up

Chains water, I hit Hutch, tell my baby, "Boss me up"

Keep a weapon on me, let him reach, been done chalked him up

Huh, yeah, okay, all my bitches like bitches just as much as me

Thinkin' I'ma wrestle, you gon' tussle with the beam

I be card crackin', unky jugglin' the fiends

Mike Amiri stuffed, she tryna suck me through the jeans

Yeah, be done bought a bitch an Xbox, I don't play with hoes

Triple-fuckin'-S now, I used to have Asics on

Anywhere you see me, gotta know my blick came along

You like Hugh Hefner with your gang, boy, you hang with hoes

Yeah, all my opps be mad as hell, bitches fuckin' glad as hell

Me and gang in Neiman Marcus trippin', bitch, we grabbin' shells

On his block, if he don't duck that taco, he gon' grab a shell

Scoop the dub up out a PNC, the opps be grabbin' L's

Goose coat, Chrome Heart hoodie, it's a warm winter

Diors, Christian, funny I'm a natural born sinner

Crab legs, calamari steak, you can't afford dinner

Fuck a Scat, 2023, bitch, I'm a Porsche spinner

Bought a mower for the snakes, I ain't worried 'bout no longs

They don't even bite, dummy, I ain't worried 'bout your dogs

I got fifty on me, fuck it, might leave thirty in the mall

Be done beat your buddy up, because we heard he be with y'all

Spit the Glocky out the mink, I'm lookin' like an alpaca

Catch him in that field and run him down, I bet we have backup

I don't think my opps can run it up, go throw a calf at him

Bein' broke a joke for real, I see the opps and laugh at 'em

Rushin' to the pape', bitch, I'm lookin' like a Soviet

Quick to tell a bitch, "Get off my dick if you ain't blowin' it"

You can't put that pussy on me less you let my bro in it

I'm the definition of a G.O.A.T., the bitches knowin' it

Palm Angel joggy in a demon, bitch, I'm ass backwards

At the Habor House, the waiter know me as the crab cracker

How you want a bad bitch but you can't throw a bag at her?

If you up on bro, you better blow it, he a mag jacker

Push-start the whip and skrrt off, andale

Get the lo' and pull up with my migos, get his casa sprayed

Gang boxed the booth with turtle pie, bitch, I can't concentrate

He ain't fifty-five, but in his pop, unky droppin' eights

SBDSM, I promise they can't fuck with us

We gon' show you who got bounce for real, you say it's up with us

Give a fuck what you sayin' if we can't go buck for buck

I'm in the strip drunk, tossin' more than you and touchin' butts

Let a nigga touch my babies, it's gon' be a casualty

This bitch want my all, I told her she can't even get half of me

Let us get the lo' on that one opp, we spinnin' actively

Christian Loubies spikey than a bitch like how a cactus be

Whippin' 2022s off the lot

Ain't no fuckin' handyman but it's a tool in his box

Drop whatever, bro a fool with his pops

Better not try it, swear Dorian a fool with the Glock

Beefin' with the gang is somethin' I can't recommend

Thinkin', "Should I slide with the Glocky or the F&N?"

I can really put this bitch down and go and test his chin

Like school all over, in my closet, I see F's again

Yes, yes, that's the Fendi wear

Pockets lookin' like the Big Show, lot of benjies there

You won't see me in the club 'less the blickie there

Rock a lot of Chrome for my heart 'cause it's empty there

[Outro]

No cap, though

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