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Damn cvctus, where you at? [Producer 1/3]

[Zodiak]
Everyday when I wake up I jus go count the racks
Yeah wake up, get to the bag
That's why them n*ggas mad
That's why I'm in Paris
Got japanese, my fit
Your b*tch she wanna chill
She wanna cop a feel, huuh
I'm finna pop them pills
I'm finna stack these bills
All these drugs I don't feel real
I'm the most geeked up in here
I can't lie I know I'm him, I ain't sign no deal
If that sh*t not worth a mill, get that sh*t right out of here
Huh, I'm in my mode
I'm so gone, rock Balenciaga clothes
All these n*ggas have to clone
I'm hyped when I'm showin up
That b*tch wanna show me love
Told that b*tch pour me one
b*tch I'm rockstar/rasta lit
She listen to the tone, she my rockstar b*tch
Yeah that b*tch is just a hoe told her this don't mean sh*t
Ima dose up them damn percocets until I'm feelin it
Oh 120 that's my sh*t, oh Rick Owens that's my sh*t
She said she like my fit, said she wanna eat my kids
Yeah, know I'm on the highway to hell with my b*tch
And you know I'm in love with cracking seals that's my sh*t
Yeah, that's my sh*t (x2)
Cut off that b*tch
Went got a badder b*tch
Yeah, take another sip
Jus take another sip
We all geeked up in here (x2)