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I just wanna f*ck bitch, don't get attached
How you love someone that ain't love you back
Everything you said, yeah, it was all cap
We could f*ck the world up with this one track
Don't run from the dick, bitch, come back
What the f*ck you mean, yeah, we on that
Like, yeah, we on that
Run up a check so fast, yeah, I feel like Usain Bolt
Puffin' on gas, smoke in the air, my nigga, that's where the pain go
I'ma get it regardless, if my niggas need me, you know I'm just in it, can't say no
You know I'm just in it, can't say no
I got thotties on thotties and Marni on Marni
I market that shit with a bankroll
They be rappin' bout bodies, I'm rappin' bout money
And I got the stacks that you can't fold
A lot of these has been stuck in the 80s
Kay flockin' his bitch and his kangol
She go, wherever rgo
Know you lost, you ain't found
You can see the surroundings, like, look around
Yeah, look around
Don't you hear I'm chattin'?
Don't you see the sound?
Don't you see between the walls? But I don't recall
What it was
Nodding off
Yeah, all of this
What you make of it
Blunt smoke, gun smoke, man, how much my lungs smoke
Dumb hoes, I cut throat, and guess how much this blunt hold
And guess how much this gun hold
And guess how much this blunt hold
And guess how much this-
Nobody want this gun smoke
Two thotties, I want your hoe
Double barrel, see the gun smoke
Yeah, she walk like Amber Rose, she do the slut walk
Yeah
She a bad bitch
On her knees, she eat my cock, like she a savage
If I want it and I need it, get the cash quick
F*ck 9-11, that's the cops, they on some fag shit
They shot him down because he black, yeah, that's some wild shit
Y'all niggas funny, like I-
Talk with an accent
Rappers goin' missin', like Bobby Shmurda and his hat flip
I can't do no labels
I see niggas change up
High as f*ck, on the way up, ugh
Nigga, I got my weight up, ugh
Joke's on you, can't wait up, ugh
Bitch, I'm hot, too dangerous
Wock in my cup, too faded
Back in the days, I'm nameless
How you think it's gon' make or break?
How you think it's gon' make or break?
How you, how you, how you
Ugh Ugh
How you think it's gon' make or break it
I don't even know
What it's cost until it's gone
I don't know long till I break
I hit the gas
I ain't gon' take
I ain't gon' switch sides
I stay on mine
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I just wanna f*ck bitch, don't get attached
How you love someone that ain't love you back
Everything you said, yeah, it was all cap
We could f*ck the world up with this one track
Don't run from the dick, bitch, come back
What the f*ck you mean, yeah, we on that
Like, yeah, we on that
Run up a check so fast, yeah, I feel like Usain Bolt
Puffin' on gas, smoke in the air, my nigga, that's where the pain go
I'ma get it regardless, if my niggas need me, you know I'm just in it, can't say no
You know I'm just in it, can't say no
I got thotties on thotties and Marni on Marni
I market that shit with a bankroll
They be rappin' bout bodies, I'm rappin' bout money
And I got the stacks that you can't fold
A lot of these has been stuck in the 80s
Kay flockin' his bitch and his kangol
She go, wherever rgo
Know you lost, you ain't found
You can see the surroundings, like, look around
Yeah, look around
Don't you hear I'm chattin'?
Don't you see the sound?
Don't you see between the walls? But I don't recall
What it was
Nodding off
Yeah, all of this
What you make of it
Blunt smoke, gun smoke, man, how much my lungs smoke
Dumb hoes, I cut throat, and guess how much this blunt hold
And guess how much this gun hold
And guess how much this blunt hold
And guess how much this-
Nobody want this gun smoke
Two thotties, I want your hoe
Double barrel, see the gun smoke
Yeah, she walk like Amber Rose, she do the slut walk
Yeah
She a bad bitch
On her knees, she eat my cock, like she a savage
If I want it and I need it, get the cash quick
F*ck 9-11, that's the cops, they on some fag shit
They shot him down because he black, yeah, that's some wild shit
Y'all niggas funny, like I-
Talk with an accent
Rappers goin' missin', like Bobby Shmurda and his hat flip
I can't do no labels
I see niggas change up
High as f*ck, on the way up, ugh
Nigga, I got my weight up, ugh
Joke's on you, can't wait up, ugh
Bitch, I'm hot, too dangerous
Wock in my cup, too faded
Back in the days, I'm nameless
How you think it's gon' make or break?
How you think it's gon' make or break?
How you, how you, how you
Ugh Ugh
How you think it's gon' make or break it
I don't even know
What it's cost until it's gone
I don't know long till I break
I hit the gas
I ain't gon' take
I ain't gon' switch sides
I stay on mine
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Writer: Noah Jefferson, Ryan Folmer
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Language: English
Length: 2:59
Written by: Noah Jefferson, Ryan Folmer

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