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Yuh, 8mc, whoa, skrr skrr skrr, yuh
I stuff three grams in my backwoods while I facetime with yo' bitch
I ain't talkin' about no iPhone, she just givin' me that lip
She mix the acid with the molly, yeah that bitch she Candy Flip
Drop a couple bands at Saks 5th, frozen tears all on my wrist
I stuff three grams in my backwoods while I facetime with yo' bitch
I ain't talkin' about no iPhone, she just givin' me that lip
She mix the acid with the molly, yeah that bitch she Candy Flip
Drop a couple bands at Saks 5th, frozen tears all on my wrist
And we smokin' on that gas
My niggas got it off a lick
I fucked yo' bitch right after class
Oh damn, that booty was so thick
She drive a bimmer, black all matte and gave me top all in the whip
Just a question for her man: can you taste me on that kiss?
No, no playin' 'round with my niggas, lil nigga you'll get hit
Then we'll see yo' mama cryin' when they find you in the ditch
What you findin'? Boy you lyin', no don't speak on none that shit
Perfect timing, feel like flyin'
'Cause her face all in the brick
Pour a 4 all in my fanta no, hoe, you can't have no sip
Got that tab all on her tongue
Told shawty take me on a trip
Dressed all black just like a nun but she throw up like she a crip
My ice so bright just like the sun
Just don't look up at the eclipse
I stuff three grams in my backwoods while I facetime with yo' bitch
I ain't talkin' about no iPhone, she just givin' me that lip
She mix the acid with the molly, yeah that bitch she Candy Flip
Drop a couple bands at Saks 5th, frozen tears all on my wrist
I stuff three grams in my backwoods while I facetime with yo' bitch
I ain't talkin' about no iPhone, she just givin' me that lip
She mix the acid with the molly, yeah that bitch she Candy Flip
Drop a couple bands at Saks 5th, frozen tears all on my wrist
I'm back on my bullshit (aye)
Digital full clip (yuh)
She wanna suck on me, fuck on me,
swallow that nut like it Cool Whip, yuh
We ran a train on that hoe (yuh)
Just like the Polar Express (yuh)
This is a two-player game
Play with the dick and invite all your friends (yuh)
Diamonds, they wet on my neck (yuh)
Just like they fell in the pool (whoa)
You say yo' nigga did what with yo'
sister, then swallow my kids on the cool (yuh)
I'm on my way in the whip and I'm swervin' that bitch
I might die on the move (yuh)
Just tell my mama I love her and tell
all my niggas I died for the crew (yuh)
This shit ain't new to you (yuh)
This shit ain't new to me (yuh)
I'm 'boutta bust on your neck and yo chest, then I wear it as jewelry
Kid don't want smoke, what's wrong?
You ain't about the B
Nigga it's doctor who ordered some
Sprouts so you niggas is food to me (yuh)
I stuff three grams in my backwoods while I facetime with yo' bitch
I ain't talkin' about no iPhone, she just givin' me that lip
She mix the acid with the molly, yeah that bitch she Candy Flip
Drop a couple bands at Saks 5th, frozen tears all on my wrist
I stuff three grams in my backwoods while I facetime with yo' bitch
I ain't talkin' about no iPhone, she just givin' me that lip
She mix the acid with the molly, yeah that bitch she Candy Flip
Drop a couple bands at Saks 5th, frozen tears all on my wrist