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[INTRO : (?)]
Passion world

[Chorus: EDDISON]
Yea, he ain't finna shoot (he is not)
I'm with your b*tch like uuh yea
Walk up in this b*tch with all my gear
Walk up in this b*tch with all my Glocks
b*tch i will shoot you and your pops
We turn you pus*ys into food, food, food, food, food (yea)
Pack it, rock it
It go down like that
Thousand dollars in my pocket
I walk around like that
I f*cked your b*tch 'cause im ballin'
Shoot 'em down like that

[Verse 1: EDDISON]
I'm in this b*tch 'cause im ballin'
She can't fit inside my wallet
I shoot your sh*t
I shoot your noggin'
She slid the dope
She slid the noggin'
b*tch im uh, uh, falling (backwards)
So high almost had her
That n*gga tried cheating
Breakin' in past her
I hop in that b*tch
I feel like a master (uh, vans)
She suckin' the di*k with no hands
And you broken lil b*tch
You get no bands
I got rich in the back they shinin' together
When i walk in this b*tch
I change the weather
That boy need to shoot her
He called up a dio
I hop out the Benz but she's on the Kia
She don't f*ck with the man
She finna hit me up
And I f*ck on that b*tch
You know I got her knee up
Walking this b*tch up in my sleep
Got a Glock with a beamer
Make it hop like a lean
I'm poppin a bean with your b*tch
She a leaver
Then i hop in a Trap
I gotta got get my p's up
These n*ggas is pus*y
These n*ggas is teacups
And I'm breaking your b*tch back
And I'm f*cking the p's up
I got all of it yea
Im getting my keys up
I'm stayin' out south
Stayin' out south
I'm bringing the bracks in
These n*ggas so damn mad
These n*ggas so damn mad im ballin'
I got the lean in the bag (uuh)
I got the lean in the bag and the molly
I got Balenci's on me and you know that I'm inside this b*tch with these G-Stars on me (pus*y)
[Chorus: EDDISON]
Yea, he ain't finna shoot (he is not)
I'm with your b*tch like uuh yea
Walk up in this b*tch with all my gear
Walk up in this b*tch with all my Glocks
b*tch i will shoot you and your pops
We turn you pus*ys into food, food, food, food, food (yea)
Pack it, rock it
It go down like that
Thousand dollars in my pocket
I walk around like that
I f*cked your b*tch 'cause im ballin'
Shoot 'em down like that

[Verse 2: EDDISON]
Shoot 'em down with these rounds that we leave
We got pax we got p's
We got percs we got beans
We got guns we got silly sh*t
And these beggars f*cking broke
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Walking this b*tch (uuh) (fleek)
Walking this b*tch lookin' fleek
b*tch im leanin' sideways
I can't keep my pants up
Lil' b*tch on geek, on geek, on geek
I walk around like I'm full
That b*tch on fleek, on fleek, on fleek
I'm finna get that b*tch numb
I'm on these p's, these beans, these beans and all these oxxys
I'm tryna get your b*tch to top me
Yea, he ain't finna shoot (he is not)
He a pus*y, he a 'op
He a b*tch, his b*tch a thot
I walk around I'm on the block
I got this lean
I got this walk
I sip this drink
I don't take shots
But when i shoot guns i take shots
And i got 2 Glocks and they Glocks
In this b*tch (uuh, bands)
He a pus*y, he a b*tch (uuh, yea)
He a fan, we gon' kill these b*tches (uuh, yea)
And all these Friends
You a pus*y ass boy
Lil boy, you gon lame
[Chorus: EDDISON]
Yea, he ain't finna shoot (he is not)
I'm with your b*tch like uuh yea
Walk up in this b*tch with all my gear
Walk up in this b*tch with all my Glocks
b*tch i will shoot you and your pops
We turn you pus*ys into food, food, food, food, food (yea)
Pack it, rock it
It go down like that
Thousand dollars in my pocket
I walk around like that
I f*cked your b*tch 'cause im ballin'
Shoot 'em down like that