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[Chorus: Bino Rideaux]
Look, big risk taker, your mama oughta be ashamed, she a b*tch maker
Mix the Metro gas with the Tris flavor, broke b*tch, I'll turn it to a trick player
Scammer b*tch, bands bustin' out the slip paper
You need a real fan, all these n*ggas temp tapers
Young n*gga poppin' like he dropped the pimp paper
Young n*gga poppin' like he popped a seal paper

[Verse 1: Bino Rideaux]
Ah, ah, pop it like he c*cked the G-lock
Hot, make her back it here, that pus*y heat rock
Foreign b*tch, make her pour a margarita
I keep steppin' on my line, makin' pink walk
I'ma catch him by surprisе like a beat drop
He a runnеr, slip on the floor 'til his feet stop

[Verse 2: BlueBucksClan DJ]
Yeah, I might put the homies on, yeah, he sweet watchin' (Yeah, he sweet)
'Wood steamin', this sh*t screamin' like a teapot (Like a teapot)
Leave the club with hoes, ain't enough seats, watch (Ain't enough seats, watch)
Doin' all that hatin', never got no farther (All that hate)
Baby-ass chain, same one I got my daughter (I got my daughter)
n*ggas pourin' half of lines, n*ggas sippin' water (Sippin' water)
In the cut faded, I be high as Vince Carter (High as Vince Carter)
Ten bottles, told the bottle girls, "We don't want no sparklin'" (We don't want no sparklin')
I keep M's on my f*ckin' mind, n*gga, we all Martians (We all Martians)
[Verse 3: Jeeezy]
Swear to God she on a full ride, she don't get no partial (Full ride)
I left her there so many times, where the f*ck my daughter (Where my daughter?)
Remember beefin' with the landlord, that n*gga cut my water (n*gga broke)
I been catchin' plays, so many yards, I feel like Travis Hunter (Travis Hunter)
n*ggas ain't believe that I could score, they used to bet the under (They ain't believe)
You better not ever leave my side, girl, you my bread and butter (You better not leave)
I can never see who changed on me, feel like Stevie Wonder (I can't see)
We ain't been seein' eye-to-eye, you got me sippin' syrup (Sippin' syrup)

[Chorus: Bino Rideaux]
Look, big risk taker, your mama oughta be ashamed, she a b*tch maker
Mix the Metro gas with the Tris flavor, broke b*tch, I'll turn her to a trick player
Scammer b*tch, bands bustin' out the slip paper
You need a real fan, all these n*ggas temp tapers
Young n*gga poppin' like he dropped the pimp paper
Young n*gga poppin' like he popped a seal paper

[Outro: Bino Rideaux]
Look, big risk taker, your mama oughta be ashamed, she a b*tch maker
Broke b*tch, I'll turn her to a trick player
You need a real fan, all these n*ggas temp tapers
Young n*gga poppin' like he popped a seal paper