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(Haha)

I'm guaped up
Your nigga never wanted no problem
And if a nigga wonder, I shot him
It's up in a zip, like, goddamn, goddamn
Like culos, baby, we can go to Mars, like Bruno
Strong-ass AR like judo
Two phones, two phones, I got two phones
But, baby, don't touch my jewels though
That Number (n) ine, I'm so cool
Okay, freak ass hoes, I'm gon' do those, yeah
E-I-O, I shoot those, yeah (we gon' shoot 'em)
Yeah, we gon' shoot 'em but who knows?

She want a Moncler Polo
It feel like I been doin' this shit though
I won't force it, baby, I'm so up (yeah, baby, I'm so up)
New white diamonds in the store, oh
And we duckin' feds now, and these pussy niggas try my life, they keep they head down
And all these smoochie hoes, they hit the bop, they hit the head bounce, I'm in UK with the roadmen
Beatin' up the backbone, yeah, you're such an asshole
Yeah, these big guns, man, this shit is not an act though
In the trap house, call it bando (call it bando)
And she over here eatin' dick, she got a man though, I don't give a fuck, just put your hands up
I'm the man who stands up, jump in the box, yeah, I got different plans, oh
He want smoke, we gon' give his ass cancer
I be with the apes, boy, you the Black Panther
Everybody want a damn tape, but I never, ever answer
Sippin' sexy red, Sexyy Red got me dancin'
Bitches in my bed, in my bed, take they pants off
Never get the case, 'cause the case bullets, catch those
Tie his family up and hold them pussy niggas ransom
Yeah, with the apes, with the apes, we bananas
She gon' put it on the cam, on the cam like Benzino
Murder shit, gang callin' me three coin (three coins)
It's just me and you, and Casamigo (yeah)
Got my swag on, nigga shoulda called me Lee, ho (yeah, yeah)
All these trash-ass prod's sendin' beats should keep those (please, ho)
I don't need your beats, 'cause I could beat those (yeah, yeah)
On some ape shit, like we hanging off a tree, ho (yeah, yeah)
Bitch done ate shit, 'cause he talkin' down on me, ho (yeah, yeah)
I'm with Nate, bitch, I'ma official like I'm three O's (yeah, yeah)
Oh, yeah, she eat dick, new designer, ASICS
Bring her to the basics, I like cars and fast money
Baby girl, I'ma catch it if you throw that ass on me
Keep rushin' that cash, 'cause it's the one time and the only (one time and the only)
I don't feel like Tecca, and niggas know I got it on me
One hundred and one sticks on me, like I'm Zoey
One hundred and one bitches on me, and they blowing
One hundred and one hits on me, and they know it (woo)
One hundred and one bullets on me, I might blow it (okay)
One hundred and one for this fit, I might show it (ah-ah-ah)
One hundred and one dirty clips, I might show it (yeah)
One hundred and one of these demons that sit up on my shoulder
Nigga be on my demons, we just like Zack and Cody
Hope I never run out of codeine, my cup like the ocean
Oh, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah

I'm guaped up
Your nigga never wanted no problem
And if a nigga wonder, I shot him
It's up in a zip, like, goddamn, goddamn
Like culos, baby, we can go to Mars, like Bruno
Strong-ass AR like judo
Two phones, two phones, I got two phones
But, baby, don't touch my jewels though
That Number (n) ine, I'm so cool
Okay, freak ass hoes, I'm gon' do those, yeah
E-I-O, I shoot those, yeah (we gon' shoot 'em)
Yeah, we gon' shoot 'em but who knows?

Bon Appétit, bitch

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