| That boy don't know how to slide |
| That nigga actin' and bluffin', huh |
| I just been stakin' and hustlin' |
| This Burberry jacket from London, yeah |
| She can't put money up |
| If I get locked in the can, she can't ask me for nothing |
| I got her gaggin' and fuckin' |
| Glizzy attach with a button |
| He say we know him, who he? |
| Don't want the pussy, she puchey |
| She gave some throat for some hours |
| I fucked 'round and need to go buy her some new knees |
| I'm in my pocket, drew bees |
| Lil' bro go pop you for two Ps |
| Kel going fed, he leaving bitches on read |
| For calling for two Gs |
| Back in, cleared it, got thrown in the duffle |
| Get niggas wacked, what I do with the muzzle |
| Ran up the racks, what I do with the hustle |
| But still come and slide, let's Cupid shuffle |
| These niggas bloody like I was from stopsee |
| Turn up the show, make them folks have a mosh pit |
| If she was fucking with you, how that's my bitch? |
| If they was shopping with you, how'd his ma live? |
| Shoutout to my clique, nobody hotter then you |
| Throw me right with the apes, I'ma die in the zoo |
| They know Lil Quincho still ride with a tool |
| Balencis, no socks, how they tie me to you |
| Slide on a opp while he tying his shoe |
| Told my new ho to go find me a boo |
| My lil' partner crippin', remind me of Snoop |
| They know I'm balling, go find me a hoop |
| We tryna creep up and crash |
| I was on go, fell asleep on the gas |
| I was barefoot with my feet in the grass |
| Try to diss on my partner and we on your ass |
| They only trip if I start to |
| Tryna crank up like a car do |
| With this pool like a jump, I'll spark you |
| Let the shot hit his top like a bar do |
| Better stay out the beef like a smart dude |
| Catch a opp and get beat like a hard dude |
| Like a comment from her, we'll part you |
| Leave your partner the same way, part two |
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