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[Intro]
Don't worry, he'll hate this

[Verse]
I'm running that b*tch
Yeah, Glock with a di*k
Shootin' at opps, John Wick
Like Tony Montana, the gun on my hip
I shoot at his car and I'm making it flip
I'm flipping the mix
Like Danny Phantom, keep bouncin' that b*tch
I'm in the paint, I keep bouncin' that b*tch
I am the sh*t, I gotta admit
Hotter than summer, the time of the year
Ayy, yeah, I'm making it clear
Sippin' on Wock', no Broncleer
I count the money, do it while he here
I'm telling y'all n*ggas, do not interfere
We walk in the party, get him out of here
n*gga, you broke, go look in the mirror
Look at this n*gga walk up out of here

[Outro]
Goodbye, Curien