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[Intro: LPB Poody]
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[Verse 1: 42 Dugg]
You know them pints come sealed, you connected (Real talk)
Ayy, they don't like but they respect it (Yeah)
10k for breakfast, I like f*ckin' up the extras (b*tch)
n*gga with a di*k on him, baow
Rap b*tch, watch me stick on it, big homie (Yeah)
Nothin' less than a brick on me (Yeah)
Young n*gga but I love f*ckin' with them 80's
Four pockets full, all these b*tches want a baby
Dropped out of school, I was too much into money
Shoes never laced, b*tch you'll never see me runnin'
Now lift that ass up (Yeah), b*tch now drop it (Yeah)
Why I'm in the hood, probably 'cause I'm coppin' (No, fool)
Hellcat or a truck, it don't matter, I got options (Skrr)
f*ck her from the back, she love suckin' di*k sloppy (Ugh)
Straight to Amiris, I was never into Robin's, at all

[Verse 2: LPB Poody]
My n*ggas get the party started without a DJ (Say what? Yeah)
We on some gang sh*t, these n*ggas know how we play (Come on, yeah)
She know lil' Poody run the game, this not EA (Come on)
Record her suckin' di*k, just to keep it on replay (Ow, ow, ow, ow)
She gon' do it for the 'Gram, a few likes and a couple views (Buss it down)
But she got a twin sister, they bad as f*ck, I'm like "Which one to choose?" (Ayy, ayy)
No matter however we do it, no wrong or right, I cannot lose
Say I'm livin' life, f*ckin' on sight, when she see these blues, yeah
[Verse 3: 42 Dugg]
I can tell she wanna f*ck by how she lookin'
Probably pay her rent, the only way to get the pus*y
Life been kinda hard, she don't drink but she do bar
Don't forget your shift tomorrow, might as well hire five
I just blew a million on my momma, I'm not lyin' (On my momma)
Heard she top four, heard the pus*y top five
Reach for a chain, baow, shots fired
I don't care, that ain't my bidness, I don't even play with n*ggas

[Verse 4: LPB Poody]
We [?], the corner store, [?] with two choppas (Yeah)
You know some n*ggas who gon' spin, I got a few partners (Come on)
I dropped the addy, just to see what he gon' do 'bout it (sh*t)
Yeah I'm the sickest with this sh*t, go get the flu doctor
I'm fresh out of the dog pound, and went and copped the new collar
A million dollar n*gga won't even shoot a b*tch two dollars (Yeah)
But that ain't even it, remember my pockets full with lint (Ayy)
I'm flexin like i'm bent, I hate to say but I'm full of sh*t (Yeah)
Parked the Audi truck and went and copped the Range Rover (I swear)
Yeah they two different truck, I think they got the same motor (Come on)
The lil' b*tch hit my line, told her pull up, and she came over (Yeah)
I swear that b*tch so dumb, she gave me head and left her brain over (Look, uh)
He skipped a few counties, that n*gga hidin', he went MIA (pus*y)
The coupe got no ceiling just like Lil Wayne, but we roll with dracs
Aim the Glock for the curry, you think these b*tches, came from Golden State (Come on)
These steppers, they veterans, gotta make sure that my soldiers straight