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Af1
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AF1s, I trapped the sole out them
Designer jeans, I'm pulling pole out them
Fire headies, they still love me, a lot of sold out grams
Any bitch I ever hit, I snatch the soul out them
Uh-uh, I just check my bank account, realize I'm rich
I'm like, oh God damn, uh-uh
Sometimes I go ghost to prove who not lit
I'm like, oh, God damn
I made a living off of TikToks
Boy, stop that dissin', get your lip shot
Opps don't wanna see me, why I get blocked
But I might just sue you since your bitch watch
I used to wanna kill you, I'ma change man
Boy, you broke as fuck, what's yo' gameplan?
I used to wanna kill you, I'm a changed girl
You ever caught two B's with the same barrel?
I'm charging them to eat, they tried to starve me
I feel like I'm scales the way I'm scamming nigga Harvey
You think you a rapper 'cause got some clout but hardly
You could call me Ken because I'm ridin with a Barbie
I signed a record deal with a Sharpie
Next year, I'ma be up two M's 'cause I ain't bargain
They said that I think that I'm the shit like I'm fartin'
I don't care that you said that we cousins, I'm charging
AF1s, I trapped the sole out them
Designer jeans, I'm pulling pole out them
Fire headies, they still love me, a lot of sold out grams
Any bitch I ever hit, I snatch the soul out them
Uh-uh, I just check my bank account, realize I'm rich
I'm like, oh God damn, uh-uh
Sometimes I go ghost to prove who not lit
I'm like, oh, God damn
AF1s, I trapped the soul out 'em
I'm in Harlem scoring buckets like a globetrotter
Ask any bitch I ever hit, I fuck the soul out of her
Put my thumb in her ass, make her moan louder
Nigga play, put him on a shirt
Been whacking shit all my life, I feel like Cole and Dirk
Who ain't no real nigga I gave bro my only perk
This bitch special ed, she think that it's only her
Fuck rap, I still keep a gun
I'm the five, my nigga leak the one
Nigga play, I bet he get hung
Give her dick, she speakin' in tongue
I just signed my deal with a marker
Get up with my lawyer if you want me, I ain't talkin'
Got a opp who used to pop his shit, now he ain't walkin'
Her pussy got some power finna call this bitch Austin
AF1s, I trapped the sole out them
Designer jeans, I'm pulling pole out them
Fire headies, they still love me, a lot of sold out grams
Any bitch I ever hit, I snatch the soul out them
Uh-uh, I just check my bank account, realize I'm rich
I'm like, oh God damn, uh-uh
Sometimes I go ghost to prove who not lit
I'm like, oh, God damn
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