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[Intro]
D-D-DxnnyFxntom
That boy Joshreyy go crazy

[Chorus: Brandon ThaKidd]
Yeah, hit his ass, when he run, he gon' walk like he tipsy (Yeah)
None of these n*ggas f*ck with me (Uh)
Forty-round, shoot that b*tch til' it's empty (Empty)
If he run, he get hit with a fifty, uh (Fifty)
Gucci, Louis, Prada, Fendi, walked in, b*tch, I'm drippy (Drippy)
I can't pay for no pus*y, not tippin' (Nah)
Ain't no branch in the road but you trippin' (Trippin')
Hit his ass, when he run, he gon' walk like he tipsy (Yeah)
None of these n*ggas f*ck with me (Uh)
Forty-round, shoot that b*tch til' it's empty (Empty)
If he run, he get hit with a fifty, uh (Fifty)
Gucci, Louis, Prada, Fendi, walked in, b*tch, I'm drippy (Drippy)
I can't pay for no pus*y, not tippin' (Nah)
Ain't no branch in the road but you trippin' (Trippin')

[Verse 1: Brandon ThaKidd]
Gucci on me, a snake, huh (Snake)
Choppa gon' eat up his face (Face)
Was tryna hop on a wavе, too late (Nah)
Hellcat, watch me tеar off to space
Don't come to the zoo, you get ate
Cook him up, he gettin' baked, put his ass on a plate
Diamonds on me, frosted flakes
I don't even know her real name and that bih call me "Bae," ayy
Tell me what you gonna take (Take), huh
Reach for this chain and it's bait (Bait), uh
f*ck Supreme, lil' b*tch, I want Bape (Bape)
f*ck the [?] gram, I'll take like an eigth (Eigth)
n*ggas breaking the code like a vase
Can't f*ck with that lil' b*tch, I heard that's a case (case)
Can't hit this blunt, I laced it (Laced it)
'Bout five opps in it, I taste it (Taste it)
We ain't even done f*cking but guess what? I'ma go 'head and call you a Uber (Uber)
Are you mad 'cause it's raining outside? (Outside)
Well you bet' turn your ass to a scuba (Scuba)
I'm a winner, lil' boy, you a loser (Loser)
And I'm solid, lil' boy you a chooser (Chooser)
Yeah, I was born to go in (In), I'ma f*ck on them b*tches, they tens (Tens)
[Chorus: Brandon ThaKidd]
Hit his ass, when he run, he gon' walk like he tipsy (Yeah)
None of these n*ggas f*ck with me (Uh)
Forty-round, shoot that b*tch til' it's empty (Empty)
If he run, he get hit with a fifty, uh (Fifty)
Gucci, Louis, Prada, Fendi, walked in, b*tch, I'm drippy (Drippy)
I can't pay for no pus*y, not tippin' (Nah)
Ain't no branch in the road but you trippin' (Trippin')
Hit his ass, when he run, he gon' walk like he tipsy (Yeah)
None of these n*ggas f*ck with me (Uh)
Forty-round, shoot that b*tch til' it's empty (Empty)
If he run, he get hit with a fifty, uh (Fifty)
Gucci, Louis, Prada, Fendi, walked in, b*tch, I'm drippy (Drippy)
I can't pay for no pus*y, not tippin' (Nah)
Ain't no branch in the road but you trippin' (Trippin')

[Verse 2: 637godwin]
Two shots at your dome, don't give no f*cks
I know some n*ggas that run it up
These rounds gon' quack and make you duck, da-da-da-da, you out of luck
Made a whole lot of dough off of scammin'
f*ck your b*tch from the back, I'm crammin'
VVS diamonds, I'm Xannin', got so high don't know if I'm landin'
Let's take a flight, baby, I'm thinking like Boca Raton
And on the mic crazy, I send shots through your collarbone
Been on my Forrest Gump sh*t, runnin'
Ten toes, I stay one hunnid
Pipe from the back, gotta grab on something, damn
Thanksgiving, she gon' get the stuffing
[Bridge: 637godwin]
But b*tch, I'm better than you
Flow hit like Mayweather, it's true, damn
Pills come in red and blue, f*ck it, I'll take both the two
Cap-ass n*gga, ain't a rap-ass n*gga, I know that you been fibbin' though
I f*cked your b*tch, I give and go
Under mistletoe, make her "Ho-ho-ho"

[Chorus: Brandon ThaKidd]
Hit his ass, when he run, he gon' walk like he tipsy (Yeah)
None of these n*ggas f*ck with me (Uh)
Forty-round, shoot that b*tch til' it's empty (Empty)
If he run, he get hit with a fifty, uh (Fifty)
Gucci, Louis, Prada, Fendi, walked in, b*tch, I'm drippy (Drippy)
I can't pay for no pus*y, not tippin' (Nah)
Ain't no branch in the road but you trippin' (Trippin')
Hit his ass, when he run, he gon' walk like he tipsy (Yeah)
None of these n*ggas f*ck with me (Uh)
Forty-round, shoot that b*tch til' it's empty (Empty)
If he run, he get hit with a fifty, uh (Fifty)
Gucci, Louis, Prada, Fendi, walked in, b*tch, I'm drippy (Drippy)
I can't pay for no pus*y, not tippin' (Nah)
Ain't no branch in the road but you trippin' (Trippin')