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Undefined huh, ayy, huh, ayy Wouldn't trip on a bitch if I was OT He ain't make it to the ER, left him OV All this Off White on, I might OD I done threw the white lows on I got coke feet Forty-thousand on me Finna get a four for four Spanish clerk and she cold Hit her with the por favor Had the Glock up in school You could catch me horsing dorks 223s got the Holy Ghost We'll send 'em towards the Lord The opps, they'll never win They the Clippers now I just scammed a dumb white boy I'm a nigger now? They got him gassed up, huh Boy think he Hitler now I just want the neck Old bitch think I miss her now I was out in Cali tripping, fuck around Got sunburn cut into thе lil' bitch like "How the fuck that tongue work?" Bеfore I pay for the shit I gotta try a punch first Granny smacked the shit out me I spent thirteen on one shirt Ran it up in Tennessee I think I pulled a groin or something You ain't sucking dick or Balls? Better or something I could probably win a split decision How I score with punches If you see me, I'm with BabyTron That ain't Dora cousin If I see an opp with the chop I'ma boink his shit If he think he got the plug or something I'ma yoink his shit at this point I walk up into Saks and I point at shit Spike walkers with the glitter On some flamboyant shit I think the opps practice homosexuality 'Cause they be dick sucking I don't know why them niggas mad at me At the set fucking up the cheese I'm a cavity bitch, I'm up-up I do not believe in gravity Bitch called me white boy Had to fuck her with some rhythm Why my white-ass granny always Fucking up some chicken? New fridge dispense Wock' Got me slumped up in the kitchen Going eighty in the 'Hawk, damn My stomach got to flipping Trackhawks, Track2s, Balenciaga track shoes Bitch little, ass fat I like 'em with the tattoos I done made her cat ooze when I made the 'Cat zoom Unkie out there playing with them Bricks like how Shaq do Tryna be Kung Fu Panda? There's the bamboo This motherfucker fucks up houses Ask his last roof You better not play your last song You'd get your ass booed Been a motherfucking skywalker You can ask Luke I can kick his ass with it 'cause The chop got a leg on it Bitch, when I whip this motherfucker out Put yo head on it Funny how we caught him in his Charger Left him dead on it Bro really cut with that Glock He done bled on it You thinking 'bout that lil' bitch She thinking 'bout me Bitch, I'm thinking 'bout the money That's the thing about me You could be a Hungry Howie Still wouldn't think about cheese Why the fuck all summer I Was thinking 'bout sleeves? Mama said get a job I was thinking 'bout Steve Kinda wanna get a Porsche I be thinking 'bout speed It's a button in this fucker I ain't thinking 'bout keys In that rusty-ass Honda Boy thinking that he Dee Mask on, not 'cause Corona This bitch breath stank If the flash hit him He gon' have to get a x ray Cool kid stunting on 'em Throw me in the X-Games roman Reigns chop Do a move and watch his neck break Feel like Elvis with the Loubs on I'm a flashy fuck Smack for some jacks then I go And pick the package up He got hit up top with the chop He should've Daffy Ducked Sick this two man plan like We ain't actually up