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You ain't got no business with a rider Shawty wanna fuck a six sider It's only me and this lyca Fuck a runner Run up this line and change numbers LV bag with some LV runners You know we lit for the next six summers Buss down my wrist and neck My baby don't tolerate disrespect I like, pretty girls with intellect Trap boy shut down the internet Run off on the plug, get disconnect She like Audemars and big Pateks Show them how cold the winter gets Trap boy shut down the internet Whisper in her ear, make her neck tingle I like girls with thick thighs and leg dimples Flood the strip with my next single I'm in your city with a trapper and a sex symbol Taught her how to hustle, now she make her own bread I'm on the corner till my phone dead Send somebody 'round there on a moped If it don't make money, it don't make no sense My line full of dope-heads and bad females Ask what I do, I said I'm into retail I'm by the seashore selling seashells Broke boy you don't pay attention to detail The trap giddy, no really Me and this line like Chunkz and Yung Filly Flow silly, get rich and get litty I ain't dropping this work for less than one milly Buss down my wrist and neck My baby don't tolerate disrespect I like, pretty girls with intellect Trap boy shut down the internet Run off on the plug, get disconnect She like Audemars and big Pateks Show them how cold the winter gets Trap boy shut down the internet Light skin, dark skin, my roster very peak Contrary to popular belief I'm the trap president, commander and chief My young boy lost the pack like Bo Peep I'm a H U S T L E R Money the only thing in my retina Imma start selling a bando seminar Water on my wrist, come visit the reservoir Baby girl can I interject? If you thought I took the L, then you incorrect I got a thick blonde one and a slim brunette They keep running with a star but we been the best New watch, what time we on? I been relyin' on me and my lyca lately Flip a pack then I write a song We ain't signing on, I'm a bando baby Buss down my wrist and neck My baby don't tolerate disrespect I like, pretty girls with intellect Trap boy shut down the internet Run off on the plug, get disconnect She like Audemars and big Pateks Show them how cold the winter gets Trap boy shut down the internet Shawty wanna fuck a six sider You know we lit for the next six summers