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[Intro]
5

[Verse]
b*tch, I'm way too f*ckin' hot, 3B trendin' topic
Think Big 5 don't got guap? Ayy, lil' n*gga, stop it
It's bustin' out my pockets, my Goyard bag and wallet
I'm coppin' 'fore they drop it, I'm in no rush to pop it
My bank account look stocky, your ex-boyfriend look oppy
My b*tch was born with body, I'm with my 5's probably
Every n*gga that you see with me done killed somebody
That mean if you play with me then they gon' kill somebody
b*tch, I'm 5 stylin', got 'em nine dialin'
b*tch, I'm four droppin', ayy, big pistol poppin', ayy
b*tch, I'm stove lockin', my youngin' door lockin'
I'll get that ho up out him, ayy, get that pole up off him, ayy
Get that soul up off him, ayy, get a score up off him, ayy
My n*ggas mob bosses, real shot callin', ayy
3B triple baller, f*ck me 'cause my money taller, ayy
3B ain't gon' hesitate to send them night crawlers, ayy
Listen to your mama and don't hop off in these streets
Think you won't gеt gunned down, b*tch, D.I.E
Ayy, if he get caught out of bounds, put his ass to sleep
My young n*ggas stеp on sh*t with a hundred round, choppa cut through meat
b*tch, don't even say no words when Big 5 speak
'Cause I got this dirty cutter right outside me
pus*y through your shirt, I can see your heartbeat
I don't care who they click up with, they still can't stop me
Why lil' shorty wanna hate? 'Cause I scam routes
And she went to school, she can't get no bands out
If you suck this di*k, you might could get a handout
All I do is hit the stage and they fanned out
He was f*ckin' 'round with that pig, but he ran out
I can't even conceal this Drac' 'cause it hang out
As soon as they pop my door, I try to bang out
You just popped a
b*tch, we might could f*ck, I can't hold your hand though
You just popped a pink pill, what you need a Xan' for?
b*tch, your boyfriend just got killed, what you f*ck his mans for?
Since we askin' questions, b*tch, what you holdin' out your hand for?
Say I popped too many scripts and I'm fried out
Say I got f*cked up priorities, but stay at my house
b*tch, I bet you'd suck this di*k before I slide out
b*tch, I bet you catch this sh*t like a wideout
[Outro]
b*tch, I'm way too f*ckin' hot, 3B trendin' topic
Think Big 5 don't got guap? Ayy, lil' n*gga, stop it
It's bustin' out my pockets, my Goyard bag and wallet
I'm coppin' 'fore they drop it, I'm in no rush to pop it
My bank account look stocky, yo' ex-boyfriend look oppy
My b*tch was born with body, I'm with my 5's probably