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[Intro]
Cash
[?] on the beat
[Verse 1: Lil Tecca]
Bitch, it’s Lil Tecca, I came with the strap (Ayy)
Fuck all that wock’, I ain’t sippin’ that Act’
Bitches on me, yeah, they think I’m a snack
I came with a grip, [?] came with a pack
Pasto, Pasto havin’ sprayin’ the MAC
Why [?], have ’em flappin’ the jack
Shorty on me and she callin’ my [?]
Keep a grip, how can I ever lack? (Ayy)
[Verse 2: Pasto Flocco]
Yeah, it’s young Pasto, my nigga, we got those
You run up on me (Ayy), I’ma aim for your top though (Ayy, gang)
Stackin’ this cheese, I’ma stack it like nachos (What?)
Walk with a stick (Yeah), leave yo’ ass like a pothole (Gang)
Swiper no swipin’, my nigga, we take those
I take off your brain, I’ma shoot with a draco (What?)
Pour up the Act’ in the cup with the Faygo (Yeah, yeah)
I play with the pussy, you think that it’s play dough (Yeah, gang)
[Verse 3: MBM Vell]
Stackin’ my bricks (Cash), I don’t got no time for no treesh (Nah)
She feelin’ a [?] but she needin’ a leash (Woo, woo)
Hop out the whip (Yeah), she likin’ my drip
She all on my dick and she lovin’ the clit
I’m keepin’ the K and it come with a grip (Grrr)
Let’s beat down the strip (Skrt)
Catch me a lick, cop me some bricks, then fuck on your bitch, yeah
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