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Scratchin' 'bout this shit bad, I can't sleep, it kept me up all night
Nigga mad as fuck, this bitch be gone, she get moist at night
I'ma bust his ass reach for a tank, but fuck, this ain't moist tonight
I hold out my arm when I put that shit on what your wrist look like
You think you a dog, you ain't no dog, you won't party with nobody
I just had put six rounds on that drink, I'ma walk down with no bite
One night, I signed me a deal, I'ma spend a hundred, we used to window-shop
Boy used to go on cars and come up on gloss, he used to window pop
I slop 30 rounds on the bottom of my gin, I'ma let my stendo pop
Don't hate the mob for closin', me and my gang go and hit the pop-up shop
Tell a foreign nigga look at his ring camera, this a pop-up block
Yo' bitch hit my phone nine times through the night, I'ma give her some pop-up cop
We don't hop out cars when we got steady bitches from walk up talk
I don't give a fuck if you a Lego man, you still can't walk my block
When all that nigga slide through when we post it, you gotta park your car
I happen to bring a heat with a drank on the leash, I don't give a fuck 'bout yo' dog
Shit, she wanna do for the vine, she gon' do it for three when I tell her to drop no drums
You know I been fuckin' off, but she keepin' the P, when she 'round, she don't answer my calls
When I step up to the line, I'ma hear it from the deep in the corner like Hurry Ball
Scratchin' 'bout this shit bad, I can't sleep, it kept me up all night
Nigga mad as fuck, this bitch be gone, she get moist at night
I'ma bust his ass reach for a tank, but fuck, this ain't moist tonight
I hold up my arm when I put that shit on what your wrist look like
You think you a dog, you ain't no dog, you won't party with nobody
I just had put six rounds on that drank, I'ma walk down with no bite
One night, I signed me a deal, I'ma spend a hundred, we used to window-shop
Boy used to go on cars and come up on gloss, he used to window pop
I slop 30 rounds on the bottom of my gin, I'ma let my stendo pop
Don't hate the mob for closin', me and my gang go and hit the pop-up shop
Tell a foreign nigga look at his ring camera, this a pop-up block
Yo' bitch hit my phone nine times through the night, I'ma give her some pop-up cop