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911 feat. Rio Da Yung OG
BabyTron
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DSF boys, drugs, sex, murder, Durangos, cats, Maybachs
Oh shit, what the fuck, man?
Chitty boys, grrah!
Quarter ticket on me, but I still'll bang a four for four
I got fine shit around the globe, let's go ho for ho
Throw that turkey bag on the floor, let's go bo for bo
Got a Gen 6 that ain't dropped, let's go po for po
The Benry my twin, name Grim, let's go so for so
OSS cool and all, but these some Soho clothes
Fifty thou' for the screwbacks, got lil' Jojos on
Frontin' like an outstanding member, he a po-po though
Skillet on the bottom of the chop, this that oh no, no
Ain't you in your upper thirties? Why you got some old fo' hoes?
Shorty got a whole elbow, but that's a .440, yeah, I'm petty
Don't let me in the backseat, yeah, I'm melly
Just got done buryin' a body, yeah, I'm smelly
Ho, pass me that cream, ho, pass me a P
Ho, pass me that lean, ho, pass me that weed
Smokin' opps, I'm Japanese
Shit, I heard your watch aftermarket, this bitch factory
I'm deep in your lil' ho mouth just like a cavity
When you pull up to the castle, just call me your majesty
It's your birthday, how you end up out at Applebee's?
It's your birthday, how you end up in some purple jeans?
It's your birthday, how you end up sippin' turtle?
Brrda, you's a burger G
If I pop a Percocet 3, I'ma morph to Hercules
I'm Marlo, you Bubbles, your car know the struggles
I'm the highest at the function, but my car doors above
Slim FedEx dog shit, now the cargos on us
All your FedEx chippies clipped, is the car closed or somethin'?
'Cause a wizard in that Rex like he Jordan Poole
Every time this bitch do the ooh and drool, she forms a pool
Went and checked your attributes, you not even a quarter cool
Snow bunny seen repo and tried to snort a deuce
He think he Bloodhound, Joski in here finna snort a blue
I don't want this city bitch no more, that's what Georgia do
I'm finna buy my bitch a BBL, that's what Florida do
Bottega hold the ARP, the Goyard to store the loot
He got a Glock with a switch and some Wicks, I'm with a Florida dude
You just bought some new J's? Put your fours to use
You want fifty for a pound of act, I could afford a deuce
Took the camera from Phil, I'ma record you
All I like to do is drink, drink, and count, I'm a boring dude
Pulled up on a project bitch in a foreign dude
I be throwin' everything away, but I be hoardin' juice
I be savin' drink, I got a pint of Quaal
I swear to God, I could drink a pint a day
I got a chain on that you could snatch, you wanna die today?
I could never go broke, all I gotta do is find a bank
And they gon' give me money, 'cause I
Got so much gaffle, I could split a hundred
I could spend a hundred on a fuckin' ring
I could spend a hundred on a couple things
If niggas threw a shot at us, they shotty many times
They thought I was with Eminem, but I'm with Baby Trane
Man, I really, really hate my baby mom
We is not gon' shoot your house up, we just made a bomb
I got some dog shit, get your paper on
Four money counters in the crib, it won't take that long
Hittin' a skinny bitch from the back, tryna break a bone
Bitch tried to call 911, I had to break her phone
When I take Xanax, them bitches make me strong
I fight a bear, yeah
Try, think this shit sweet, you gon' die in here
I'm gettin' off house arrest in July this year
Earrings cost so fuckin' much, I can buy a ear
Man, my truck makin' too much noise, I can hardly hear
This bitch so fast, I can hardly steer
It ain't a nigga that I hardly fear
Trump cut that EDD shit off, it was hard that year
It was hard for you
You know I got a fuckin' credit card for you
You wanna rap? I got a hundred bars for you
Plug said he got a hundred bars for me, I'ma take 'em all
I'ma shoot him in his foot, I'ma make him fall, he gon' take 'em all
It's a thirty in this bitch and I spray it all
Full body of the Gucci Guilty, I spray it all on one outfit
Ha, make a million dollars off some shit that ain't out yet
I think your watch fake, this a clock test, this a clock check
What gin is that on your hip? This a Glock check
I wanna see your gun
Made money off rap, weed, dope, and had a casino run
My uncle white, but he really black, I'm like Tito's son