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[Intro]
Fah, fah
Fft-bee
Gang
(Sensei, I hate you)

[Chorus]
Don't hit my phone if you on some dumb sh*t
Hit your ho from the back, damn, shawty bussin'
That boy went pale when I seen him in public
I know some real alias shooters, they bustin'
Spent a band on these Dior pants or somethin'
Your b*tch on her hands and knees, she suckin'
But I mean ho, what you tryna do, though?
Wake up in the AM and pour it up, two fours
I feel like Kobe Bryant 'cause I got two fours
I'm gettin' my bands up, long live Veno
Took shots at the opps, feelin' like a free throw
I'm a limitless shooter, I'm shootin' from deep, though
Want a feature from me, n*gga, it ain't for free, though
I'm gettin' my chips, n*gga, no Fritos
Shout out my brothers, they bringin' in kilos
These n*ggas be squares likе the pizzas at Ledo's

[Verse]
If I pass you the stick, is you rеally gon' blow that b*tch?
Said he got a tool, but he never show that sh*t
We pop out to the show and we turn up that b*tch
These n*ggas be mad they b*tch turn up my diss
He flexin' on the 'Gram, we make him a lick
These n*ggas be fans, they just ask for a pic
Made a lot of new friends, I ain't ask for that sh*t
But mama always told me rack it up
I'ma get me a bad-ass b*tch and I'ma sack it up
Your mixtape trash, n*gga need to wrap it up
Spent a lot of money, n*gga, gotta add it up
If a n*gga act funny, then he gettin' cut
I'm destined for this sh*t, n*gga, this ain't luck
Your b*tch blessin' my tip, n*gga, when she suck
Shawty wanna f*ck on me because I'm up
Glock 19 lay his ass down like a rug
[Chorus]
Don't hit my phone if you on some dumb sh*t
Hit your ho from the back, damn, shawty bussin'
That boy went pale when I seen him in public
I know some real alias shooters, they bustin'
Spent a band on these Dior pants or somethin'
Your b*tch on her hands and knees, she suckin'
But I mean ho, what you tryna do, though?
Wake up in the AM and pour it up, two fours
I feel like Kobe Bryant 'cause I got two fours
I'm gettin' my bands up, long live Veno
Took shots at the opps, feelin' like a free throw
I'm a limitless shooter, I'm shootin' from deep, though
Want a feature from me, n*gga, it ain't for free, though
I'm gettin' my chips, n*gga, no Fritos
Shout out my brothers, they bringin' in kilos
These n*ggas be squares like the pizzas at Ledo's