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Uh, these bands in my pants, huh, ah
These racks in my pants, huh, that's yo' mans?
Get my mans up
Yeah, we gon' call yo' mans up, we spray him down
Spray him down, we don't keep no handouts
Hell nah, we gon' lose yo mans
Yeah, thirty rounds, air it out, yeah
Your ho talking sh*t, yeah
These hoes talking sh*t, yeah
Airin' out them clips, yeah
Airin' out them clips, ho
Yeah, spray him down
Keep that skinny b*tch, yeah
Huh, I might need a thick lil' b*tch, huh, yeah
See right I got some tricks, yeah
Neck me, she wanna suck on some di*k yeah
We got hella sticks yeah, stacks, yeah
We on private jets and you still kicking sh*t, yeah, huh
You a b*tch, huh
b*tch, yeah, b*tch, huh (Bih)