tyra banks
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Walk inside the mall and I'm stuntin'
Walk inside the mall with a fifty and a hunnid
And that Glock is equipped with an Andre Drummond
Trackhawk is growling
Bitch, it sounds like something is coming
Who you is, nigga?
What's yo' rank?
Smoke exotic gas pack
This shit stank
Pour up a soda
Then I'll just get the pint
This shit might look like it's fun, but it ain't
They like, "Ricky, stop them drugs," but I can't
I keep doin' her wrong
She treats me like a saint
My bitch is so damn bad; she could up dogshit and you can't
Monkey ass nigga, you swing with opps
Just let him hang
Pussy, you can't talk to me
I won't let you bang
Yeah, I saw yo' call
I just let it ring
All this money on me like a bank
I'm tryna fuck a model bitch
I need Tyra Banks
I'm tryna fuck a model bitch
I need Iggy Azalea
Walk up in the spot
Cuz like, "Damn, boy, I can smell ya"
Boy, you not no street nigga
Just do what ya momma tell ya
I take these drugs 'til my brain starts havin' failures
Send 'em down below, Australia
Run up this pack
Fuck
Damn, I need an inhaler
Cruising all these drugs like a sailor
Nigga tried to lie 'bout how he scored the ball
Like he was talking to Taylor
Walk inside the mall and I'm stuntin'
Walk inside the mall with a fifty and a hunnid
And that Glock is equipped with an Andre Drummond
Trackhawk is growling
Bitch, it sounds like something is coming
Who you is, nigga?
What's yo' rank?
Smoke exotic gas pack
This shit stank
Pour up a soda
Then I'll just get the pint
This shit might look like it's fun, but it ain't
They like, "Ricky, stop them drugs," but I can't