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[Intro]
(X8)

[Verse]
She-e-ells send his body up (Send)
Gang, he just bought out my ba-a-ail, no they can't lock me up
I fiendin' as f*ck, I’m geekin' like, “f*ck”, I’m gettin embodied, yeah
He think that he gang, he think that he winnin', like go catch a body some' (Go catch a body some’)
b*tch, I’m in LA with Jssr, we goin’ in Saks and to buy some' (Uh-huh)
I’m wearin' BAPE b*tch, I’m on ape sh*t, I’m gon climb some' (Uh-huh)
I get paid hella bread, to sit on my ass, just rhyme some' (Uh-huh)
She just gave hella head, but I told her “Lil' ho, yo' time up” (Uh-huh)
I know grown b*tch, she wan' f*ck, but I had to tell her “I’m a minor” (Uh-huh, yeah)
Sippin' on drank, I’m like “f*ck”, and sh*t really f*ckin' my mind up (Uh-huh, yeah)
I get couple n*ggas fit, I get couple n*ggas, lined up
This lil' ho, she got me bent, she say “You wan' f*ck?”, I’m like “Kinda”
This b*tch givin’ head, but she can’t even make up her mind (Uh-huh, yeah)
This b*tch really sped, if she really think that I like her
This b*tch fin' be dead, cause', I got a gun, not a fighter (Yeah)
Copped sh*t off the web, but n*gga, I’m nothing like spiders (Yeah, Yeah)
b*tch, I do not f*ck with spiders (Yeah)
Four-hundred just for the dinner, these n*ggas cannot relate, eatin' sliders (Huh?)
I see you cuffin' that b*tch, I tell my b*tch, I’ma liar (Eugh)
b*tch, I been sippin' on green, It’s killin' my liver, my side hurt (Yeah)
Pop X for the day, this sh*t keep makin' my mind hurt
I’m still lookin' for some drank, I really hope that I go find her (Yeah, uh)
I used to rock with the BAPE, but n*gga, I’m wearing designer
b*tch, I do this sh*t, I’m in this like any survivor (Yeah)
n*ggas been big pus*y like tiger (Yeah)
Moonrock, it get higher (Uh-huh)
Bro trip on hoes, he said what I want, b*tch, I don't want neither
We gotta find us some ho's, 15 on the scope, this lil' b*tch a biter
I had to cut off my ho, the lil' b*tch she crazy, she scratched up my tires (Why she do that?)
Undercover, I’m wit' Jssr, lil' b*tch, that’s my brother (Yeah)
Told that ho', “I need a rubber, not tryna end up like Usher” (Yeah, yeah)
I pop a X just to hover, then I take another, another (Yeah, yeah)
This lil' ho', tell her to “Shutup”, can't f*ck wit' no b*tch, without color (Yeah, yeah)
I’m finna cream in her shutter, I bust in her mouth like a gusher (Yeah) (Yeah)
GLE, b*tch ain' no other, it's white, and it look just like Buster (Bust)
As soon as they up at that limb, like b*tch, they gon' up at your mother (Uh huh)
My favorite soda gotta be Fanta, he hittin' that sh*t make his lung hurt (f*ck)
I’m taking these meds from your Nana, she can't find her sh*t what a bummer (Damn)
Some n*ggas can really get canned up, f*ck Jakes, n*gga ain' no hand out
Ain' no funny sh*t, just like a stand-up, I’m done b*tch, pull your pants up (Yuh)
I’m one n*gga, that done ran up, Its some n*ggas, they be fanned up (Uh)
Ten percs, make her belly dance up, ten murk n*ggas, thats a ransom
Bad b*tch, keep calling me handsome
She just wants money, lil b*tch, get your bands up (Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, yeah)