Abracadabra
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I just called a number seven
'cause her pussy weak
I was thumbing through some money
Then you heard a beep only time niggas up is
When I'm probably sleep winter time coming
StanWill went and got a Jeep
Riding 'round with three hundred shots
Thinking that I'm Keef
Dawg punched a lil' Nike Tech
Now he think he me
Bitch talking 'bout her head fire
Think I need to see i don't really think
If it's online then it mean it's free
Bitch know I got some jacks in
Feel like SandyWill
Dee and Tron keep blowing za
Can't stand the smell all that tough talk
Same reason yo mans in Hell
Short-ass nigga, hoes know that my bands XL
Tiny-ass pockets
I can tell that they ain't doing well
Crazy-ass bitch
I really think her pussy got a spell
Oh, you got a nigga? Sorry, baby
I could hardly tell eDD is over so he got
Some new clothes to sell
Finna ram this bitch with my
Horn like a Triceratops
Finna ram this bitch from the
Back till her cherry pop
Out of town shopping
Dragging bags everywhere you not
Only gotta hit two porches
Let me wear my Crocs
Double D bop stick hit the
Block and spin around
Off White X Ksubi pluses when I spin around
I ain't never see you in no whip
How you get around?
Blew a dub a hundred times
But I'm still winning, how?
Gave that bitch a purse
She broke it down and made it disappear
Finna take this trip
I'll probably bring you back a souvenir
Baby for the streets
I'm sixty-something like an engineer
You can never win
I'm sick you something like Cavalier
Only want the head since she tryna
Hit me with the WAP i was in the hills
You was probably somewhere on the block
Probably punching watches, how ironic
Used to punch the clock he done froze up
I think he lagged when he seen the chop
Bitch knew me from a mile
Away off my face card
I'ma make yo bitch drive a
Rental if the pape far
On the block shooting
I'm a center that can play guard
Left his brains on his tee
We done left his BAPE smart
Heard y'all in the deep
But y'all shrimps, boy
Y'all ain't sharks
Mini bike fly the fuck off if I crank hard
Been trying
Even back then I was the same star
Put him underneath, spacebar
In the graveyard
Not a body in yo gang got a whip
Y'all a marching band
Cut into my worker like you just
Take the card and jam
Gang like to stop shit, boy
You bet not start with Stan
I just like to let my chain do it
I can hardly dance
Only keep big shitters 'round me
Toilet Paper Boys
Riding in that bucket only time
These niggas making noise
Hide the blicks every time we seem 'em, man
I hate the boys whole team got money
You would think I hang with Floyd