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First year of high school? Yeah, it's I'm scared Are you excited about it? I'm scared (Ahaha) I'm genuinely scared (What are you scared?) Yeah, ah ah, yeah, ah Ah, yeah, ah (Blatt) ah, yeah I ride around in that big body Whip and that bitch tinted black I move just like Obama (Yeah) I'm blowing up like Osama I might get a flight to Dubai And just cop me a llama Shout-out Future, we fuckin' up commas (Huh) Your bitch in my crib and I fucked up her bonnet (Nyoom) Run to the coin like I'm Sonic I took that boy racks, now he whining Lil' boy, come and find it You know I count paper (Yeah) Beam on the Glock, laser (Uh, uh) Told this lil' bitch, "These Ricks, not no Converse Not no Chuck Taylor" (Yеah, uh uh) You know I count paper Beam on the Glock, lasеr You know I got clientele My nickname The Big Layer (Ew) "You better watch where you step" I said, "Sorry bitch, I'm off the boof" She chew me up like some food I'm off a Xan', act like a fool (Yeah) His momma just got the news Damn, now her son in the ground These niggas mad I go up, they like, "How?" I paid for her butt, now she singing Abow Paper I'm stacking, I'm fly like a dragon I'm fly like Aladdin, lil' bitch I ain't cappin' tonight, I am rappin' But know I ain't lackin' Think I sold my soul by The paper I'm havin' But back to the rappin' Got that lil' bitch gaggin' My ex for a reason, that shit never happened (Yeah) Lil' bitch, you need to get back back back Got a all black Scat', cartel movin' tac Antisocial tana ОЙДА (OIDA) oxxxymiron I ride around in that big body Whip and that bitch tinted black I move just like Obama (Yeah) I'm blowing up like Osama I might get a flight to Dubai And just cop me a llama Shout-out Future, we fuckin' up commas (Huh) Your bitch in my crib and I fucked up her bonnet (Nyoom) Run to the coin like I'm Sonic I took that boy racks, now he whining Lil' boy, come and find it You know I count paper (Yeah) Beam on the Glock, laser (Uh, uh) Told this lil' bitch, "These Ricks, not no Converse Not no Chuck Taylor" (Yеah, uh uh) You know I count paper Beam on the Glock, lasеr You know I got clientele My nickname The Big Layer (Ew) I ride around in that big body Whip and that bitch tinted black I move just like Obama (Yeah) I'm blowing up like Osama I might get a flight to Dubai And just cop me a llama Shout-out Future, we fuckin' up commas (Huh) Your bitch in my crib and I fucked up her bonnet (Nyoom) Run to the coin like I'm Sonic I took that boy racks, now he whining Lil' boy, come and find it You know I count paper (Yeah) Beam on the Glock, laser (Uh, uh) Told this lil' bitch, "These Ricks, not no Converse Not no Chuck Taylor" (Yeah, uh uh) You know I count paper Beam on the Glock, laser You know I got clientele My nickname The Big Layer (Ew)