| Lake view, chillin', I'm in Frisco |
| Bad Asian bitch with me sniffin' big coke |
| Fat Black nigga, but I'm shinin' like Crisco |
| That's the same reason that your bitch won't let my dick go |
| Baby, open up your trunk, let me put my bike in it (Thanks, Yakree) |
| Thought my brother had my back until he stuck a knife in it |
| Took my heart out my chest and I put some ice in it |
| You a bitch-ass nigga, boy, you got that dyke in you |
| Niggas' time up, I'm back now |
| I was humble, now I'm ignorant, pullin' racks out |
| If you book me for a show, can't do pat-downs |
| First time she let me fuck, I pulled her tracks out |
| But I paid for it |
| New wig, who this? |
| It was gaps in my mouth until I got my tooth fixed |
| I'm one deep in the whip, but I'm ridin' with two dicks |
| Best pussy come from a bitch who shaped like toothpicks |
| Yeah, baldhead skittle-dittle |
| Fuck the opps, you gotta watch the ones who chillin' with you |
| No BabyTron, you disrespect me, I'll get shitty with you |
| No blicky on me, in the trenches eatin' Ishkabibble's |
| Bitch, I been official |
| I'm quick to cut a bitch off who entitled |
| I'm a leanhead, if niggas got a pint, them I'ma buy it |
| Got a mean flow, when people listen to it, meningitis |
| Trump had the streets eatin', nigga, we don't fuck with Biden |
| I don't wear jewelry, bitch, I'm into buyin' titles |
| Real estate, ownin' deeds, Adam Sandler is my idol |
| Flip-flops and swimming trunks, no designer, bitch, I'm grindin' |
| And I'm still sellin' dope, stuff these pills in your vagina |
| Be with different hoes, but I never change women |
| Pockets green as fuck like a fake chain in it |
| Had a heart full of love, now it's just pain in it |
| I done been broke as fuck, that's why I never shame niggas |
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| Baby, stick your tongue out, let me put this molly on it |
| Say you just got it done, go'n and put that body on me |
| Thought I gave you free Glock, but it had a body on it |
| Ain't gotta give my love to you, 'cause I know somebody want it, oh (Oh, oh) |
| Baby, stick your tongue out, let me put this molly on it, oh (Oh, oh) |
| Ain't gotta tell you how to do it 'cause you know just how I want it, girl |
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| Sippin' Wock', watch my kids play |
| Big crib, extra spacious where my kids lay |
| Hustle hard to keep that smile up on my kids' face |
| If a nigga die tonight, I know my kids straight |
| I ain't selfish, Nicki |
| I'm doin' merch and my bitch down to sell it with me |
| Never been to prison, but he keep a couple felons with him |
| Baby got that sloppy dumb head that leave a belly sticky |
| Niggas was the brick man, now he out here sellin' Frenchies |
| Gotta switch that hustle up |
| Nigga risk a hundred years tryna double up (Double up) |
| Make a hundred one night, tomorrow, fuck it up (Fuck it up) |
| If the feds ever come, you gotta suck it up (Suck it up) |
| This what came with it |
| Missin' Christmas, birthdays, and them Thanksgivings |
| We don't take proffers, go to trial or we take sentence |
| When I come home, I need a bitch and a steak dinner |
| Solid as a rock 'til I die and I ain't switchin' |
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| Baby, stick your tongue out, let me put this molly on it |
| Say you just got it done, go'n and put that body on me |
| Thought I gave you free Glock, but it had a body on it |
| Ain't gotta give my love to you, 'cause I know somebody want it, oh (Oh, oh) |
| Baby, stick your tongue out, let me put this molly on it, oh (Oh, oh) |
| Ain't gotta tell you how to do it 'cause you know just how I want it, girl (Oh) |
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