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[Intro]
(Taylor Michael, yeah, you goin' crazy)
(Trauma Tone)
Yeah

[Chorus]
She got that body I like
Sent her a ticket, now she on the flight
She hop off the plane, then she come get the pipe
Scammin', made 50K just in one night
The next day, I spent that sh*t all on some ice
When I weigh up a turkey bag, it be precise
She wanna motherf*ckin' kick it
Come on, let's f*ck in the kitchen
In the Beverly Center, I'm drippin'

[Verse]
Yeah, yeah, just dropped her off, now she already miss me
I'm never naked, I'm keeping a glizzy
Ballin' just like the the bubble up at Disney
She throw it back on me just like a Frisbee
She throw it back so good, I bought her Fendi
Her titties perky, she gon' show her cleavage
Took me some plastic just to swipe in Cleveland
n*ggas gon' hate, they even hated Jesus
I was just four-fourin' in some Yeezys
I just copped a Ruger-57, no kizzy, yeah
Fastin' all night, I'm dizzy, yeah
Bae, I just want your kitty, yeah
I just want motherf*ckin' digits, yeah
Every strain a n*gga burnin' top notch
Lookin' at the time on the AP bustdown stopwatch
n*gga, I'm the reason why the block hot
I done put the Cash App card in every Pine Hills mailbox
If I get locked up, I'm runnin' my cell block
I'ma lay the wood down, I'ma make her bed rock
I'ma keep twins with me, two FNs with me
n*ggas know I'm stayin' on point, Spencer Dinwiddie
Sellin' these bales out a house in Peach Tree City
I just copped a Lamborghini, I ain't want the 550
Sold a Q, yeah, trap five for the nine-fifty
That is not 'za on your page, it is not sticky
You ain't never stick sh*t, n*gga, you are not drillin'
We ain't worried 'bout a lil' bankroll, we got millions
We ain't worried 'bout a lil' car that you postin' on the 'Gram, n*gga, we just cashed out on two Lams
Petty-ass n*gga tryna short a n*gga three grams
Have my shooter comin' off the bench with a stick like Lou Will, n*gga, he the sixth man
[Chorus]
Sent her a ticket, now she on the flight
She hop off the plane, then she come get the pipe
Scammin', made 50K just in one night
The next day, I spent that sh*t all on some ice
When I weigh up a turkey bag, it be precise
She wanna motherf*ckin' kick it
Come on, let's f*ck in the kitchen