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Come on, ayy, ayy, motherf*cker, pour me up a cup, I'm sippin' good nutrition
Huh, ayy, bitch came with a lil' booty in the party with no biscuits
Thousand dollar raincoat on my body like I'm goin' fishin
Thousand dollar pants, they blowin' black, the Seven-Four edition

Pop a nigga, put him in a suit, look like the new edition
I came clear, Carti's with the wood sticks, I got the newest vision
Come on, huh, don't, don't think you finna lie to me, I see the truth for niggas
Fat ass woodies, bitch, I'm like a Philly, you be poppin' jiggers

Got on a mint coat with the feathers, be the freshest nigga
In the club throwin' hundred ones, I change the weather, nigga
Lil' baby shakin' all that ass, she put some gluten in it
I done snuck the Four0 in the club, bro, know I'm rollin' with it

Freshest sailor, like FiveGs, boy, I'm rollin', nigga
Got too many f*ckin' poles on us, you can't control us with them
Out of town, in a rental, trippin', I'm on Rodeo, gettin' chicken
I need a f*ckin' ward, tour, go overseas, I'm livin

All the, all the foreign hoes in the crowd, shit, it's too many biddies
I be seein' all the cleavers on the stage, they showin' ass and titties
Bitches throwin' panties on the stage, you know they f*ckin' with me
In the backstage, go in woods, I got my thuggers with me

They can get me rich right now, take all my brothers with me
I learn to never trust a bitch, she f*ckin' hunnid niggas
Steve's so player, I do what he need for hunnid figures
Off-white IDs on my feet, look like a pack of Swishers

Off-off-white T on my body, I'm off the cops, I'm takin' pictures
Pullin' off in fat shit, Lil' Brody in a Fisker
I'm in the McLaren on the right with Baldy and two sisters
Bro, I was born with this shit, I got on me and I ain't talkin' liquor

I got the real gift for Gab, you a stool pigeon
Ayy, mothaf*cka, pour me up a cup, I'm sippin' good nutrition
Huh, ayy
Bitch came, Lil' Booty in the party with no biscuits

Thousand dollar raincoat on my body like I'm goin' fishin
Thousand dollar pants, they blowin' black, that's Seven-Four edition
Pop a nigga, put him in his suit, it's like the new edition
I came clear, Carti's with the wood sticks, I got the newest vision

I'm Two00, ain't no Steve, boy, I'm the truest with it
I used to wear the big clothes and the shoes wouldn't hit me
Fast forward up to now, that ain't shit that I'm missin
Cudge catchin' sack, Jake and Terry, he love it in the kitchen

And I never knock or hustle, you pickin' up some chicken
Bad bitch on my head, won't f*ck her, put the tip in
Slow motion on that head, she suck it while I'm sippin
Won't crash or drive off the road, this bitch know I'm tippin

I hold a hundred in the camera, a nigga think I'm trippin
These niggas f*cked up bad and it ain't from sickness
Got bad vibes, won't be around it, I ain't even trippin
You can't even put these niggas on, they'll fail you with it

These niggas really be the Jakes, they'll say you did it
I'm out of town catchin' a bag, you and your feelings like the bitches
What type of jeweler in the post, you ain't spit no real digits
They tellin' in the courtroom and they turnin' to bitches

Y'all be knowin' they be pussyfootin', y'all callin' real niggas
Real known-ass rats and they be really f*ckin' with you
Lil Cudge got a Glock, he got too many issues
Switches and Onserat, I got some big shit too

Boy, I never bust a bitch, she can't get Jimmy Choo
Bitch ain't never gettin' shit, she gettin' dinner food
I can't have you stay around me or have you in the loop
I told her what it is and what it's from to start so she know what to do

F*ck them hoes, no, I'm actin' rude
Ayy, ayy, motherf*cker, pour me up a cup, I'm sippin' good nutrition
Huh, ayy, bitch, came lil' booty in the party with no biscuits
Thousand dollar raincoat on my body like I'm goin' fishin

Thousand dollar pants, they blue and black, the Seven-four edition
Pop a nigga, put him in his suit, he like the new edition
I came clear, Carti's with the wood sticks, I got the newest vision