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Yea, yeah, yeah
That thing glued to me
Beatdemons in your ear, yeah
I'm clutching the Beyblade the way I let my gun rip
I was just on pissy mattress practicing a front flip
Now I pull my stick up out this pouch I call it fun dip
Took a risk and gained a lot that gamble got me dumb rich
Asked her what she's on she said some paper that make both of us
I came up out that dirty by myself niggas wasn't coaching us
This drank aint 'round a clip talking wockisha we can toast it up
I might get a little facial from your bay to help me sober up
The city claim lil' Quin the one lowkey that shit honoring (honoring)
And any nigga play bound to get his issue I can promise you (boom, boom, boom)
I just hit your chick and now I'm dipping like a condiment (ah)
She came to come swallow 'cause the condo look astonishing (damn)
Baby K came with some breast to flex should of did modeling (boom, boom, boom)
Aint just for some neck she asked for sex I won't acknowledge you (ha)
Popped a Percocet just for the stressed and woke up vomiting (damn)
New Baliency runners look like guns I be vibing 'em
Know we in the fields like some linemen how we tackle blocks (linemen)
New Cartier this forty-one double M look like a Apple watch
Known to sit 'em down just like a lounge we out here passing shots (phew, phew)
Why you at the crib sitting on your ass you want a bag or not?
I'm clutching the Beyblade the way I let my gun rip (boom, boom)
I was just on pissy mattress practicing a front flip (I was)
Now I pull my stick up out this pouch I call it fun dip (run)
Took a risk and gained a lot that gamble got me dumb rich (yeah i did)
I aint want her cat she sent racks and it got through to me (we good)
I ain't cool with dude, but dude lowkey think he cool with me
We gon' stick to beefing boy you tweaking talkin bout unity (boom, boom, boom)
Know we trained to go, boy, hate yo hoe 'cause she be choosing me (hate yo bitch)
Then go hit the road for that new pack 'cause it got flew to me (it got flew)
Niggas leave they side when we come slide it happens usually (brrt)
We the ones getting pussy niggas kick out the community (pussy)
Whole click full of steppers they know all the shooters cool with me
They fucking supporters they said Quincho and them some fan lovers (fan lovers)
Aint no pick or choosers we will serve this to your grandmother (damn)
Might go get that switch like a bad kid and make my hand stutter (brrt, brrt, brrt)
I aint got to move at all I'll just let them bands touch ya (ha)
Come and play with Quin the situation gon' be hideous
Me and bro was outside all summer furb-a-findieous
Drop down a we (phew-phew-phew, boom, boom) and show we serious
This stick will make a nigga say oh-wee like bobby bill (damn)
I'm clutching the Beyblade the way I let my gun rip (boom, boom)
I was just on pissy mattress practicing a front flip (I was)
Now I pull my stick up out this pouch I call it fun dip (run)
Took a risk and gained a lot that gamble got me dumb rich (yeah, I did)
I ain't want her cat she sent racks and it got through to me
I aint cool with dude, but dude lowkey think he cool with me
We gone stick to beefing boy you tweaking talkin bout unity
Know we trained to go boy hate yo hoe 'cause she be choosing me
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