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[Intro: Onlybino!]
Yeah, blatt
Yeah, blatt
Yeah
Blatt, yeah
Yeah

[Verse 1: sgpwes]
b*tch, I'm a G.O.A.T. at this sh*t, I been doin' it
Opp at the show, so you know I'ma ruin it (Ha)
They at the door, and they knockin', like, "Who is it?"
I'm with a thot in L.A., and we coolin' it (Yeah)
I'm with a thot in the A, finna kick sh*t
I'm with a b*tch, she got money, a rich b*tch (Woo)
I'm sippin' drink, yeah, you know I'm addicted
Look at my chain, that sh*t lookin' like p*ss, b*tch (Yeah)
I just been red, fill him with lead
Thick b*tch so bad, but I want her instead
Look at my wrist, cost an arm and a leg
I cannot f*ck with these n*ggas, they feds (Uh)
Pull up on me, and you goin' to bed
L-M-A-O, b*tch, I'm laughin', I'm dead (Yeah)
I sold the Percs' to a n*gga named Kren (Yeah)
You sippin' green, you gon' turn to a sped (Yeah)

[Verse 2: sgpwes]
(Uh, yeah)
Back on my bullsh*t, I had to show 'em
Talkin' that sh*t, but I don't even know him (Yeah)
7.62, it's gon' go for your dome (Ooh)
Oh, that's your b*tch? She gon' give me the dome (Ooh)
My b*tch, she mad I don't pick up the phone (Yeah)
b*tch, you not better, I'm takin' my throne
I'm in the function, I stay for the long
Mad at his b*tch, 'cause she singin' my songs
Oh, there's this ho, and she lovin' my music (Yeah)
I give mixed signals, I know it's confusin' (Blick)
b*tch, I'm a bomb, you know that I'm defusing (Blick)
n*ggas, they usin' cheat codes in some music (Yeah)
I'm chillin' out, but you know I ain't losin' (Ha)
Bino up in this b*tch, we gon' fuse it (Yeah)
We finna blow up, so you better tune in (Yeah)
[Verse 3: Onlybino!]
She hit my phone like, "You doin' me wrong"
b*tch, you should know I be leadin' you on (Oh)
Tryna get high, but my opp in a bone
SD .45 finna knock off his dome (Yeah)
Crazy how my n*ggas comin' along (Yeah)
We really up, and ain't doin' it long (Yeah)
We really up, makin' bread off of songs (Oh, woah)
He think he better, that lil' n*gga drunk
Yeah, my new b*tch booty built like a tonka (Woah)
Got a new CLE, how much it cost ya? (Yo)
Hop out your life, we ain't worried about ya
Never forget all the times that they doubt you (Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo)
Walk in the buy, he askin' for vouchers
Say he get money, I don't know about ya (Yeah)
Purple my cup, b*tch, I'm sippin' on chowder
Smokin' on gas, boy, you ain't gettin' louder (Oh no)
New AMG, got the color of powder
Slide through the crib with your b*tch, and I pound her
She got that mega brain, no Danny Schrader
Jump in the crowd, at my shows, they be louder (Woah)

[Interlude: Onlybino!]
Look at your show, and that sh*t so pathetic (On God)
Look at your wallet, that sh*t so pathetic (f*ck)
Look at your b*tch, boy, that sh*t so pathetic
Look at your hair, boy, that sh*t so pathetic
[Verse 4: Onlybino!]
Bread finna meet, boy, our money magnetic
Lovin' the bread, I think I got a fetish
My choppa takin' his soul, I'ma sell it
He signed a [?]
Never been broke, but my money a relic
Entrepreneur, boy, you can't even spell it
I call up Wes just to knock off your melon
di*k-riding's a crime, and my haters is felons