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[Intro: Neno Calvin]
(CasBangz, he got that smoke with him)
Yeah
What up?
Yeah, huh

[Chorus: Neno Calvin]
She gon' bust it open whenever I say 'cause I got bread
Codeine be my friend, preferably the red
I can tell she nasty by the way she bite her lip
By the way she act, I can tell she ain't gettin' f*cked for real

[Verse 1: Neno Calvin]
I think she can take it 'cause she wobble like a ho
Yup, this my lil' yeah, we been f*ckin' on the low
Once shе drink that alc', she gon' shake it like a ho
Vibin' with my b*tch, yup, I'm just vibin' with my ho
'63 Camaro havе me gone in sixty seconds, huh
Sixty minutes in with the b*tch, she started stressin' me
Don't give a f*ck 'bout your past, bae, it's all about the present (For real)
How 'bout you come over after the club and start undressin' me?
I'm a pistol-totin', weed-sellin', syrup-sippin' n*gga
Traffickin' for real, birds in the fender
I gotta chew a pill before I chew my dinner
I'm geekin' hard for real, yeah
She gon' wobbelty-wobblety, b*tch, drop it like it's hot
I hope that pus*y clean, don't need fire on the block, huh
Give her Titos neat and give me Maker's on the rocks
Went, shut down they block, made the neighbors call the cops
[Chorus: Neno Calvin]
She gon' bust it open whenever I say 'cause I got bread
Codeine be my friend, preferably the red
I can tell she nasty by the way she bite her lip
By the way she act, I can tell she ain't gettin' f*cked for real

[Verse 2: Robb Bank$]
b*tch, show me your DM if you got nothin' to hide for real
Your ex live with his BM, worried about me instead of the bills
b*tch, you really know how to pick 'em, ain't it?
That n*gga play pick-up, ain't it?
Try to ball and twist his ankle
And I'm the most valuable player
n*gga, I go from Saint-Tropez to the tropics to somewhere it's cold
Indecisive, n*gga, I live my whole life the way I do these hoes
Don't text back and do not call and do not explain myself at all
Never catch no b*tch that's tryna fall, factory diamonds in every watch
For real, n*gga, you already know that b*tch belong to me
You was just holdin' that, consolin' that while I put her friends to sleep, for real
I'm the one that these b*tches seek, for real
The chief, Allah, Malik, for real
She sing and she make beats, for real
Let me hear one to put me to sleep
I don't care
Probably with Tammy too somewhere on a banana boat
I do mean to brag, do mean to boast
Do talk my sh*t and do the most
n*gga, you did all that time and all you did was drop the soap
n*gga, I'm still long hair, don't care, b*tch like a Nava'—, yeah
[Chorus: Neno Calvin]
She gon' bust it open whenever I say 'cause I got bread
Codeine be my friend, preferably the red
I can tell she nasty by the way she bite her lip
By the way she act, I can tell she ain't gettin' f*cked for real