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[Intro: sgpwes]
Cody, pass me the strap
ZaySkillz
Mingo, haha
Mhm, hmm
Yeah, uh, yeah

[Verse 1: sgpwes]
I'm finna go run it up again
Don't even know why he callin' me twin
That n*gga broke, why your pockets so thin? (Yeah)
Yeah, my pockets, they look like all blue
I get so high that I'm touchin' the roof (Yeah)
These n*ggas broke and it's crazy (Ha)
Stupid lil' b*tch tryna play me
My chick got mileage, she don't wanna race me
He tried to copy and paste me (Yeah)
My b*tch, she bad, and she Blasian
Bullets turn hot, they gon' blaze him (Yeah, yeah)
I f*ck that ho, we ain't datin'
No, I can't have a rеlation
Money, it solve the еquation
He try to run, we gon' chase him (Yeah)
I like to wear Prada and sh*t (Ugh)
He mad 'cause I'm f*ckin' his b*tch (Yeah)
These n*ggas, they stay on my di*k (Yeah)
They mad 'cause I'm goin' up quick (Ha)
I spent me a bag on my wrist
I got my (Blick), I ain't goin' for sh*t
I got a bag, she goin' for it
I'm on the road, tourin' and sh*t (Yeah)
Yeah, I think I made his tuition (Ha)
That b*tch a thot, I won't kiss her (Yeah)
Playin', we sending the Missile (Yeah)
Playin', we sending the Blitz (Yeah)
I skrrt off in the Benz (Yeah)
We turn that boy to a trend (Yeah)
I pop that boy like a zit (Yeah)
Yeah
[Verse 2: KA$HDAMI]
(Spee)
I'm sick
n*gga really thought he could pull my b*tch
Tried to shoot yo' shot and you motherf*ckin' bricked
Yeah, he talkin' sh*t, he get hit with the brick
I got the gun, it came from a ship
These n*ggas chihuahuas, b*tch, I'm a pit'
n*gga, you could get shot by association, I don't give a f*ck 'bout who you with
Why all these b*tch ass n*ggas tryna diss?
n*gga, where yo' flag at if you a cryp?
My n*ggas don't chit-chat, b*tch, we rip
Lil' n*gga, you a Kit-Kat, you could get split
n*gga got killed and nobody knows
KA$HDAMI, I'm the motherf*ckin' goat
Got a G-Lock with the full sight on
Your b*tch on my di*k and she tryna bone
n*ggas want smoke, then I'm givin' 'em asthma
b*tch, I'm a big Blood, no plasma
n*ggas be food, put 'em on a platter
n*gga tried to grab my gun, so you know that I smacked 'em
I already won, n*gga, this the 'DAMI
I only spit truth like a motherf*ckin' pastor
KA$HDAMI just keep goin' up, n*gga I'm climbin' the ladder (Fah)

[Outro: sgpwes]
Yeah, I got that bag for real
I got the clamps of steel (Ha)
Just like banana, get peeled (Woah)
I think I might sign a lil' deal
I got the fire, damn, the drill, ha
I bet I could pay yo' bills
I need the bands, I'm so for real
My b*tch, she bad, she from Brazil (Yeah)