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[Verse]
I told 19 we got rich
G-Got like ten ho's on my di*k
I-I spilled lean up on my kicks
I spilt lean up on my fit
And this ho think she getting guap, but she cannot get sh*t
And I would never call you my opp 'cause you is not on sh*t, yea
Big Glock, it's gon' kick, yea
T-This a lil' hood b*tch, yea
I just pulled a switch on that Glock and let it rip, yea
I-In a two door whip with your ho, she can't fit
And I would jugg your plug but that n*gga ain't even got sh*t
My pockets on flood
Cannot show no love
Walked in wit' your ho, and you know that I just f*cked-f*cked
I need like two cups, yea, f-fill that b*tch up with some mud
And I'mma spin his block, tear that b*tch up with some slugs
Finesse stupid Glocks, w-w-with the jugg team send you up
(b*tch!)