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[Intro]
(You know what I'm sayin' I made-)
(I made a hundred)
(You know what I'm sayin', a hundred)
(n*gga, I got a hundred, know what I'm sayin'?)
(Make that b*tch a stat and count up f*ckin' bands)

[Chorus]
Okay, okay
Clips to him like a barber, yeah
Everyday b*tch I go harder, yeah
Everyday b*tch I get smarter, yeah
Okay, okay
I get me a beat and I slide
Your lil' b*tch is down for the ride
I don't got no main, just sides
Okay, okay
Like a football game, we roughin' him up
Chasin' the racks, I ain't had enough
Gorilla lil' b*tch I'm puffin' my chest up
Okay, okay
Took a trip to her house, but I cannot stay
Miss me with the bullsh*t, olé
Caught a couple bodies, n*gga okay
Okay, okay
We want the smoke, want all of that sh*t
I see in the b*tch, I get hit after hits
You see the brand? It's an overseas fit
You aim at his sh*t but you can't hit the neck
You up in the stu' and you can't make a hit
Gutter, gutter b*tch we stay in that b*tch
Model clothes, and I model my b*tch
My hoe Corona, I'm sick of that b*tch
Rollie, bling, all on the wrist
Big guns, we don't do fists
Smoke THC, I don't do none of that nic'
We in the Borolla, we hotbox this sh*t
There be 4 blunts rotating, 4 heads
Hop out the whip and we look like walking dead
Watching my back 'cause I know them n*ggas fed
[Bridge]
Call him Dorothy, he stay with them bricks
Celine my shirt, up my sleeve got a whole lot of tricks
Knew she was in love the way she was sucking on my di*k
Call me top shotta, you know we gon' pull up with them blicks

[Chorus]
Okay, okay
Clips to him like a barber, yeah
Everyday b*tch I go harder, yeah
Everyday b*tch I get smarter, yeah
Okay, okay
I get me a beat and I slide
Your lil' b*tch is down for the ride
I don't got no main, just sides
Okay, okay
Like a football game, we roughin' him up
Chasin' the racks, I ain't had enough
Gorilla lil' b*tch I'm puffin' my chest up
Okay, okay
Took a trip to her house, but I cannot stay
Miss me with the bullsh*t, olé
Caught a couple bodies, n*gga okay
Okay, okay
We want the smoke, want all of that sh*t
I see in the b*tch, I get hit after hits
You see the brand? It's an overseas fit
You aim at his sh*t but you can't hit the neck
You up in the stu' and you can't make a hit
Gutter, gutter b*tch we stay in that b*tch
Model clothes, and I model my b*tch
My hoe Corona, I'm sick of that b*tch
Rollie, bling, all on the wrist
Big guns, we don't do fists
Smoke THC, I don't do none of that nic'
We in the Borolla, we hotbox this sh*t
There be 4 blunts rotating, 4 heads
Hop out the whip and we look like walking dead
Watching my back 'cause I know them n*ggas fed