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[Intro: Fijimacintosh]
Ayy, cook that sh*t up, Lou
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Fijimacintosh]
I just lift the door on the muhf*ckin' Bentley (Oh)
I’ma kill the scene, they gon' have to call forensics
My shooter want a body, he be muhf*ckin' itching
Give her a Perc’, she be muhf*ckin' itching
Lil' b*tch, sit down, need to muhf*ckin' listen
This sh*t is wicked, this sh*t is wicked
When I was 4, b*tch, I knew I was gifted
And these n*ggas talkin' money but they don't get a percentage

[Verse 1: Fijimacintosh]
Ridin' in that motherf*cker fast with the cream seat (Woo)
I could never give a motherf*ck about the police
Strapped with the MAC 'case you n*ggas try to sink me
I can’t trust nobody but myself the way I’m thinking
Oh, that's your b*tch, well I swear she be creamin’
Most of these n*ggas, they gon' hate for no reason
b*tch, I'm the church like a motherf*ckin' deacon
You thought I was cuffin’ but, b*tch, it ain't cuffin' season
Bro did not catch me, my body a tool
Shootin' everybody ridin' with you (What?)
Big body when I'm swervin' the coupe
I need the cheese, love when it's blue
Smoking on this Hercules, sippin' on that "What you need?"
Hit my stick scream it out just like, "Yeah, ooh"
[Chorus: Fijimacintosh]
I just lift the door on the muhf*ckin' Bentley (Oh)
I'ma kill the scene, they gon' have to call forensics
My shooter want a body, he be muhf*ckin' itching
Give her a Perc', she be muhf*ckin' itching
Lil' b*tch, sit down, need to muhf*ckin' listen
This sh*t is wicked, this sh*t is wicked
When I was 4, b*tch, I knew I was gifted
And these n*ggas talkin' money but they don't get a percentage (Talking money, yeah)

[Verse 2: Brandon & Fijimacintosh]
(What? What?)
Uh, pop me two Percs and I lift it (Yeah, yeah)
I got this b*tch suckin' di*k and balls off (Yeah)
She lick the tip of my di*k in the Bentley (Yeah, yeah)
This is that muhf*ckin' Super Saiyan flow (b*tch)
I got Nike in my jeans and they Vetement (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
f*ck on that b*tch from the back, gonna settle in
All of my n*ggas got cash and the racks, b*tch
If you ain't f*ckin', then onto the next b*tch
Got the K in the back, I just reload a full clip
What the f*ck is you talkin' for, lil' b*tch? (What?)
Why the f*ck ain't you toppin', lil' ho? (Yeah, yeah)
I'ma f*ck your ho all on the floor (All on the floor)
I blew the weed and it fell out on the floor
I will get another pack, bro, there's some more
All this pain, I need healin' so I blow the dope
Remove all your feelings when you in the scope
Just pass me the blunt then we chill, it's a roast
She hit me up talking 'bout, "Let's take it slow"
Let's take it slow, f*ck that lil' ho
I'm tryna go so fast, doin' the dash
I got my slatt in the muhf*ckin' back
Tweaking lil' b*tch, she a muhf*ckin' twat
Me and Fiji 'bout to muhf*ck up racks, b*tch (b*tch)
[Chorus: Fijimacintosh]
I just lift the door on the muhf*ckin' Bentley (Oh)
I'ma kill the scene, they gon' have to call forensics
My shooter want a body, he be muhf*ckin' itching
Give her a Perc', she be muhf*ckin' itching
Lil' b*tch, sit down, need to muhf*ckin' listen
This sh*t is wicked, this sh*t is wicked
When I was 4, b*tch, I knew I was gifted
And these n*ggas talkin' money but they don't get a percentage