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I'm with white b*tch, her name Becky
I'm with black ho, her name Lex
b*tch, I'm feelin' reckless 'cause they keep on sayin' that I'm next up
That boy don't know how to dress, he ain't really tryna flex up
b*tch, I'm in the stu' 'til 5 A.M., I'm off the eddies
That b*tch need her daddy, so she gon' send me her addy
Yeah, yeah, yeah, that b*tch need the di*k
She see my pockets fatty, yeah, she see my pockets big
And these boys tryna tag me, so I keep a big-ass stick
Go 'head, boy, run up on me, I'm gon' f*ckin' split your wig
Don't bring that sh*t in Florida, hell nah, we don't play that sh*t
When I'm hit my city, they like, "There go that lil' bad-ass jit"
I was never in the trap, but I was still makin' flips
Yeah, I was sellin' drip, shoutout all them dumbass kids that bought up my Rick
Yeah, I was makin' flips, I was a lil' bad-ass jit
Yeah, I was gettin' in trouble
Get that piece for five, sell for ten, call that a double
Shoutout my dog Major, he can't leave without a muzzle
And I get every b*tch I want, yeah, I never fumble
Yeah, I'm 'bout to be at the top, just watch how it crumble