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[Verse 1: che]
Switch up like a blade, boy
He gon' lose his life, he ain't finna get caught in no maze, boy
This b*tch chew on di*k, like doggy chew up on a play-toy
Bro got the Gen-5, I don't want G-19, let's trade, boy
We gon' spin they block, spin somethin', just like Beyblade, boy
Yeah, I chase a bag, but my name che, yo' ass is cheddar, boy
Cop a change of clothes, but I can't change, no, I can't change, boy
Yeah, yo' son di*k-ride, yo' son di*k-ride, man, that sh*t gay, boy
n*ggas been the realest sh*t ever since they made Gameboy (Fft, fft)
Bullеts, let it rain, boy
A-AMG, I paid for it
Tell 'em, "Keep thе change", boy
Yo b*tch wan' rock my chain (Yeah)
I rock Vivienne and Bape
That ho eat me up like steak (Like steak)
This new b*tch like, "Namaste" (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Suck my di*k, then out my place (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Put on sh*t, man, they ain't outdated
She eatin' shrimp, like, how my b*tch make it? (Yeah)
Yeah, and b*tch, ain't no masturbating (Okay)
DJ Khaled, no, we the greatest (Yeah)
Leave yo' soul sedated
He gettin' mad, he saw I made it
Grabba leave that boy faded
I'm in the crib, I'd rather just stay in
She givin' neck, I told her, "Get naked"
Thick lil' b*tch, so you know I'm debatin'
I'm wit' the rastas, I'm so Jamaican (Yeah)
[Verse 2: Slump6s & OsamaSon]
(Boop-boop-boop-boop)
We count guala, boy (Pfft), through your mama, boy
Your twin get lit like candle, boy
Flip his sh*t, like channel, boy
f*ck these n*ggas talkin' 'bout, "I'm off of shots", so I can't stand 'em, boy
Issey, that's on me, I spent a lot up on this denim
Who want smoke wit' me? I'll have my lil' n*ggas go get 'em (Flatt)
I f*ck once then I forget 'em (Ho)
Yes, I'm a big money getter
She wan' f*ck me, and my n*ggas
Issey Mi' just cost a ticket
She wanna f*ck, but I told her, "I'm not hittin'"
Said he my opp, told 'em, "f*ck that, n*gga"
No Jumper, no time for a cuck-ass n*gga
I f*ck that ho once, then I cut that
She love me, I give that ho nun' back
Don't f*ck with these n*ggas, they suspect, yeah
Man, turn that sh*t off, we don't bump that
I couldn't give that b*tch my gov' name
My n*ggas run down, now we dumb rich
My brother just copped him a Cullinan
7.6', smoke, get to gunnin' it
n*ggas be stealin' the swag, tryna run wit' it, yeah
Bih' give face, then twin for the lob
W-We ain't no key, put this sh*t on lock (Beep, beep, beep, beep)
[Verse 3: OsamaSon]
Hundred racks in my face, boy (Beep)
Tell that sh*t to the face, boy (Beep, beep)
Ridin' 'round with that Wraith
B-Bad ass bih', gon' do what I say
You know me, been juggin' all day
Finna go shop and I'm coppin' straight Balenci' (Beep, beep)
I'm with this bad lil' b*tch, she tipsy
I'm with that sh*t, lil' n*gga, get wit' me
I'm with that sh*t, leave a f*ck n*gga six feet
Put the Xan' away, n*gga, I don't need it (Blatt)
Where the lean at? n*gga, I need it
All black with a stick, they ain't see it
f*ck what you sayin', boy, I did what I did
I got like ten hoes, on my di*k
B-b*tch, I ain't see sh*t at Saks Fifth
B-B-Brand new tussin, on my hip
B-Brand new coupe, finna make that ho flip
I don't want sex, let me get that lip
Last n*gga tried that just got killed (Yeah)
b*tch, yo' mans don't count up bills, boy (Beep)
b*tch, yo' mans don't count up bills, boy (Beep)
b*tch, yo'— b*tch, yo' mans don't count up bills, boy (Beep)