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(Ayy, ooh)

And I'm ridin' with the top off, your bitch got her top off
Boy, you better come and get your man 'fore I pop off
30 clip in my Louis pants, don't get knocked off
I got drip like hot sauce, your bitch gon' get dropped off

On my third iPhone, I'm private when I fly home
My bitches color limón, they copied what I been on

I do this shit on my own, this a no-fly zone
With your bitch, spot on, I f*cked her, then I got on

Swervin' out the G-oline, I'm high as f*ck (skrrt)
Ain't swervin' fourty-one, then you ain't high enough (yeah, yeah)

Ay, if that bitch a nine, she ain't fine enough (nope)
All it take is one call, then they fire it up (bah)

He was reachin' for a weapon, but I know he bluffin' hard
I'ma treat ya like a holder, nigga, I'ma pull your card

And I'm smokin' on the gas, so you know I'm puffin' hard
Bitch, you ain't what you rappin', boy, I know you buckin' hard (bitch)

Ridin' with the top off, your bitch got her top off
Boy, you better come and get your man 'fore I pop off
30 clip in my Louis pants, don't get knocked off
I got drip like hot sauce, your bitch gon' get dropped off

Smokin' OG, smellin' like I'm fartin' (phew, phew)
I'm gon' pop out with the gang, they act retarded (gang, gang)

And if I die, don't be sad, throw a party (don't be sad)
'Cause my kids, they gon' finish what I started (what I started)

Uh, keep me out the loop, no more internet (not all)
You want book me for a show? I'm chargin' ten for that (chargin' ten)
Yeah, all that back and forth, we ain't into that (both)
Yeah, if you want some smoke, then we sendin' that (ooh)

We got fifties in them Tommies, I'm Bin Laden (yeah, yeah)
Bend the corner, hit the block, we finna trap 'em (grra)

Yeah, if he don't give it up, then we wack him (bah)
I know a couple niggas do it for a passion (for a passion)

We gon' shake it up (yeah)
You get added to the beef, you tryna break it up (bitch)

I throw bands on your bitch and watch her rake it up (watch her rake it up)
And I need my beauty sleep, I ain't wakin' up (nah, I ain't wakin' up)

(Yeah, I'm ridin' with the top off), your bitch got her top off
(Boy, you better come and get your man 'fore I pop off)
30 clip in my Louis pants, don't get knocked off (i got drip like hot sauce)
Your bitch gon' get dropped off
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(Ayy, ooh)

And I'm ridin' with the top off, your bitch got her top off
Boy, you better come and get your man 'fore I pop off
30 clip in my Louis pants, don't get knocked off
I got drip like hot sauce, your bitch gon' get dropped off

On my third iPhone, I'm private when I fly home
My bitches color limón, they copied what I been on

I do this shit on my own, this a no-fly zone
With your bitch, spot on, I f*cked her, then I got on

Swervin' out the G-oline, I'm high as f*ck (skrrt)
Ain't swervin' fourty-one, then you ain't high enough (yeah, yeah)

Ay, if that bitch a nine, she ain't fine enough (nope)
All it take is one call, then they fire it up (bah)

He was reachin' for a weapon, but I know he bluffin' hard
I'ma treat ya like a holder, nigga, I'ma pull your card

And I'm smokin' on the gas, so you know I'm puffin' hard
Bitch, you ain't what you rappin', boy, I know you buckin' hard (bitch)

Ridin' with the top off, your bitch got her top off
Boy, you better come and get your man 'fore I pop off
30 clip in my Louis pants, don't get knocked off
I got drip like hot sauce, your bitch gon' get dropped off

Smokin' OG, smellin' like I'm fartin' (phew, phew)
I'm gon' pop out with the gang, they act retarded (gang, gang)

And if I die, don't be sad, throw a party (don't be sad)
'Cause my kids, they gon' finish what I started (what I started)

Uh, keep me out the loop, no more internet (not all)
You want book me for a show? I'm chargin' ten for that (chargin' ten)
Yeah, all that back and forth, we ain't into that (both)
Yeah, if you want some smoke, then we sendin' that (ooh)

We got fifties in them Tommies, I'm Bin Laden (yeah, yeah)
Bend the corner, hit the block, we finna trap 'em (grra)

Yeah, if he don't give it up, then we wack him (bah)
I know a couple niggas do it for a passion (for a passion)

We gon' shake it up (yeah)
You get added to the beef, you tryna break it up (bitch)

I throw bands on your bitch and watch her rake it up (watch her rake it up)
And I need my beauty sleep, I ain't wakin' up (nah, I ain't wakin' up)

(Yeah, I'm ridin' with the top off), your bitch got her top off
(Boy, you better come and get your man 'fore I pop off)
30 clip in my Louis pants, don't get knocked off (i got drip like hot sauce)
Your bitch gon' get dropped off
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Writer: Ahmar Bailey, Royce Cornell Davison, Zahir Myles
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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