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I'm only talking real shit, so I feel that shit, but, yeah, aye, dash
I don't wanna kick it with you pussy boys, you fellas synonyms
BBL bitches, and I love em with a filler lips
Hop up in my jet ski and we ride to the Caribbean
Don't you try to test me, stupid hoes, I'm gon' belittle them
I just called up baby G, we getting to the business
I just called up on all my bros, they pull up like militia men
Pop another 30, shit ain't nothin just like M&Ms
All about that money, card it green hoe, I'm an immigrant
In them palm trees, I got frostbite
Gotta white bih on me, taste like Klondike
Gotta stick it up for bros, we up, it been a long fight
Gotta eight inside the grow, it finna be a long night
If you wanna get some more, then girl you gotta go try
10 PM, I'm in the stu I'm pourin' there ain't no lies
Had to go around the globe to know if you would still ride
Cartier my frames, I had to match it with that king slime
All the y'all some lil clones, you fellas just some synonyms
I been active, you been in the crib like Stewie Griff
Running laps around the opps, we whippin in them foreign whips
I done got me on all my biscuits, need a side of grits, yeah
Riding in a roadster, overdose on motion
Had to re-up on the shits, I gave a call to Koda
Know that you ain't know her, Dashy never fold up
Ksubi be ripping on the knees, spray Gucci on the pro clubs
I just need a backwood, no stems
Baby bring your fine ass and your friends
Riding in my own shit, fuck trends
Told you I ain't fold bitch, won't bend
I just need a backwood, no stems
Baby bring your fine ass and your friends
Riding to my own shit, fuck trends
Told you I ain't fold bitch, won't bend
I don't wanna kick it with you pussy boys, you fellas synonyms
BBL bitches, and I love em with a filler lips
Hop up in my jet ski and we ride to the Caribbean
Don't you try to test me, stupid hoes, I'm gon' belittle them
I just called up baby G, we getting to the business
I just called up on all my bros, they pull up like militia men
Pop another 30, shit ain't nothin just like M&Ms
All about that money, card it green hoe, I'm an immigrant