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Gotta put a deuce inside my exotic pop
And took a Perc and took a X today
And the fent Perc'll leave you smacked up
Like a truck, like it hit you both ways
When you cross the road, you look both ways, yeah
(Zach, you killed this)
I took the Cayenne to the westside
She like when I hit it, yeah yeah, from the back side
All my diamonds flawless, yes sir
Where you keep that Glock? The bedside
And she told me that she like it when I hit it from the left side
I guess a broken heart is a fresh wound
But my baby, she a fresh womb
She drink that nut up, she chose to
Buy that bitch everything brand new
'Cause she just be doin' what she supposed to
They be copying swag like I said some
Diamonds all bloody red, yeah yeah
Like a red bottom or her period
How that turn into the issue
You don't wanna listen to nothing I say
And every time I nut in my bae
When I nut on her face she got nothing to say
I got X gotta take up like b-ball today
She wanna hit the Vivienne Westwood when I'm on Melrose
Spankin' that shit from the back and the side
She bent over, yeah, she touch her toes
Outside with these racks on me
Outside but it's an inside day
I got Vivienne, we right here, whoa
None of that shit matter anyway
Do it in any weather, do it in any state
Can't fuck with the twelve, can't fuck with the jakes
Racks got 'em doing what I say
Take the bat out like a kid on a sunny day
I hate being rich, I ain't finna sing
I'ma do the same shit everyday
Everything flawless, never make mistakes
Used to eat the noodles, now I'm eating steak
Sexin', bitch, Nobu with my bae
I can't chase a bitch, bitch I bank with Chase
What expensive taste? You ain't getting paid
Dropping ten but making twenty everyday
Feeling like dropping deuces in my lemonade
With a double cup from 7-Eleven
Yeah, you ain't 'bout to get money, bitches really be bluffing
I can't feel the boy, you fake like a cartoon
You ain't really nothing (ah)
Bitch, I really woke up, took a Tesla
Then I took a Perc', I get to Elon Musk-ing
More than half the bitches that you rap about
That-that you cap about really be musty
They told me to let the tarantulas out of the cage
And they can't even get in
And every time I went and doubled back-back
The assumption knew I was right there with 'em
Can't even go make a song with nobody
'Cause they don't wanna hop on and get embarrassed by me
Yeah, fuck the jakes, fuck the law
Fuck the twelve, fuck the world, ayy
My brother told me that the opp hood been playing me
But it's all okay
Told him that I don't care about nothing, I could die now any day
And the fent Perc'll leave you smacked up
Like a truck hit you coming both ways
I took the Cayenne to the westside (Skrr)
She like when I hit it, yeah yeah, from the back side
All my diamonds flawless, yes sir
Where you keep that Glock? The bedside
And she told me that she like it when I hit it from the left side
I guess a broken heart is a fresh wound
Yeah, my baby, she a fresh womb
She drink that nut up, she chose to
Buy that bitch everything brand new
'Cause she just be doin' what she s'posed to
They be copying swag like I said some
Diamonds all bloody red, yeah, yeah
Like a red bottom or her period
How that turn into the issue?
You don't wanna listen to nothing I say
And every time I nut in my bae
When I nut on her face, shut up, nothing to say
I got X gotta take up like b-ball today
She wanna hit the Vivienne Westwood when I'm on Melrose
Spankin' that shit from the back and the side
She bent over, yeah, she touch her toes