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[Chorus: Wyakhrome]
I just left home with a new dot
I just left home with a new b*tch
I just left home with a new thot
Tell that hoe come suck my di*k
I got a vibe she all on the way
I pass her to bro, we get her gone quick
Why you want smoke with the gang, i don't know
But its okay we gon put him in a spliff
Need for speed in the car, i'm racin'
When that hoe say stop I go
100, 200, 300, 400
5 bags yeah I'm countin up dough
Yeah I done walked out the house
With like 4 diamonds on me, yeah I put that sh*t on
Hop out the whip got a new jag on it
Yeah, we got a new jag on it

[Verse: Wyakhrome]
Yeah, I just hit a new dash on it
I just got a nеw bag on it, I just got a real bandanna on it
I got a new mask on it, shawty just poured up thе fanta
I hit her once then I went ghost like a phantom
Don't ask for signs, I know that ho a cancer
He took a kneel now that boy cannot stand us
Me and my n*ggas be speakin that guapanese
I know you cannot understand us
Pop my sh*t, got put on a banner
Green in my pocket, Bruce Banner
Back in this ho I can't see
Thats why I be so high tied like a ghost
Nobody knows, nobody knows, nobody knows
Cover yo nose, we in a big body
We hit and skirt off the lot on the road
I know I'm chosen, eliantte on me
Yeah them hoes so frozen
I took the b*tch heart, Comme des Garçon
Yeah I made that lil sh*t broken
I had to use sign language on all of my opps
Cause all of my guns been spoken
[Verse: Jah$]
Hold it, shawty wet like the ocean
Ima hit it back, Ima come with commotion
Motion, n*ggas ain't really chosen
Onomatopoeia, when I pull up n*ggas frozen
Oh sh*t, baby girl where you know me
All up on my di*k, she tryna ring around the rosie
Hocus, hocus hocus pocus
Baby girl, I'm tryna hit it, poke it
Hit that sh*t, matter fact I'm boutta hit that sh*t
I'm tryna pull up make you eat this di*k
I two tone the wrist
I got some pink and some ruby sh*t
You know a n*gga had to ice that wrist
I'm in that big boy sh*t, I pull up in that 4x4 sh*t
All black and I double oh sh*t
And we look like dis, lil b*tch yeah we look like dis
Lil b*tch I took that pic, super slimy sh*t
It's obvious, I ride my sh*t, vroom vroom
When I hit that sh*t, its that turbo twins
Got rick on rick on rick, Ima fly n*gga catch my drift
I'm Picasso, girl, Van Gogh when I spit my hits
Spin around the world, trip off the check
I trip off the woah, a arm and a leg, I'm on ya head
I'm in a big big body, comin correct, count up a check
I heard what you said, i'm smokin your dead
Slid like a sled, know we could really talk about it
Let's go do that lead, its a whole lotta red
It's a whole lotta b*tches on b*tches on b*tches
[Chorus: Wyakhrome]
I just left home with a new dot
I just left home with a new b*tch
I just left home with a new thot
Tell that hoe come suck my di*k
I got a vibe she all on the way
I pass her to bro, we get her gone quick
Why you want smoke with the gang, i don't know
But its okay we gon put him in a spliff
Need for speed in the car, i'm racin'
When that hoe say stop I go
100, 200, 300, 400
5 bags yeah I'm countin up dough
Yeah I done walked out the house
With like 4 diamonds on me, yeah I put that sh*t on
Hop out the whip got a new jag on it
Yeah, we got a new jag on it