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[Intro]
Ztar Clique

[Verse 1: ksuuvi]
Yeah b*tch, I come thru, big choppa
I got long hair, Waka Flocka
And they be talkin', they don't know nada
Smokin' top shelf, smokin' 'till mañana
Shawty bad, and she feelin my banana
Yeah we run up on that boy, and he ran off
I got guns, you got guns, it's a stand off
Told that b*tch take her mothaf*ckin' pants off
I get money and you know I run away
b*tch, I get money everyday
Roll up a spliff, I get high I fly away
I get so fly, that I f*ckin' fly away

[Verse 2: elibanss]
I get so fly, n*gga I get too fly
Finna chief the whole blunt, n*gga gettin' too high
Had to get up off the block, 'cause the block too hot
And I gotta move tact, because these n*gga's move wide
And I gotta move tact, it's a target on my back
I got guap on my lap try to take it then it's splat
n*gga, if you tryin' takе it then you know that we with that
I got drip all up on me, and you know this sh*t was tact
And wе finna hit the store again
Bad b*tch told her "Throw it on the floor again"
Gettin' to it all day, b*tch I was born to win
I'm finna roll another blunt, I'm gettin' bored again
Swag on me, you know I be dripped down
In the club, and it's tucked and this sh*t go bow
b*tch it's goin' off if some sh*t goin down
Bad b*tch bubble butt, and she breakin' sh*t down