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Fuck em and they momma ima real street hopper
Six gold chains and a wrist fulla water
Ima hit em in the dome send em home to they poppa
They ain't even gonna know what's goin on, pray to allah
Hey now hold that, hold that, bitch, where's your father
Hey now hold that, hold that, fist fulla dollars
And I'm on that, on that, clutch like a comet
Said I'm speeding in that Mazda heading straight into the comma hold up
Yeah, Whips no Pyrex
Bimmers on a dyno you don't even wanna try this
Tint up on the windows they can't see me while I'm riding
Bitch I'm on the run and they ever gonna find me
I'm swerving through the hoes, and I'm rippin thru the blow
Can't not go I got twin turbo
And I stuffed em in the M, backseat draco'd
You can't me in the eyes when I'm in my mink coat, hold up
Yeah, must've lost my way
How'd I end up in a threesome Rubi rose, Cardi
I'm the type of fuck a hoe in front the whole party
At the homecoming, they got a hoe for me
I told her, bend it over, run it like a motor
Watch me and gang go in that coochie like a gopher
Bend it over, do just what I told her
Always fall in love and then I gotta go and ghost her
Nah I'd never kill myself, and that's a fact
Why they try to treat me like I'm on a damn rag
I ain't even feelin shit except a god damn bag
Hundred thousand for this jacket check the god damn tag, yea
You got what, you got who?
Say that one time? Give a fuck bout what you do
Gotta cap so big you can't fit inside a coupe
Boutta split ya damn wig so ya Midas well rock two, hoh, hoh, hoh
Put the boss on the phone
You don't needa talk to pawns, when you rock, and ya roll
Give a fuck bout what you on, put a sock, in it, hoe
I ain't ever gonna stop, they ain't toppin my flow
Said they not been on go, I been rockin the boat
Shot to the throat, I'm the god I'm the goat
We just startin the show, on my cock she a blow
Knock at door, send a shot to ya dome, ye
Fuck em and they momma ima real street hopper
Six gold chains and a wrist fulla water
Ima hit em in the dome send em home to they poppa
They ain't even gonna know what's goin on, pray to allah
Hey now hold that, hold that, bitch, where's your father
Hey now hold that, hold that, fist fulla dollars
And I'm on that, on that, clutch like a comet
Said I'm speeding in that Mazda heading straight into the comma hold up