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[Verse 1]
Aye, I probably hate you, but call you my nigga
And get packed in the back seat of the rental
Go crazy on instrumentals, aye
Flow cold like the other side of the pillow
My niggas is with the issues, this ain’t a coincidental
I be listening to Beech breaking tree and I puff a little
I be planting all my seeds in her teeth and I laugh and giggle
I be chilling on the beach with your bitch, I ain’t bagging nickels
If she got that fat back, I might give her my last initials
[Hook: KR and Malyricalexis]
Oh oh oh, tell me why you can’t follow with me
Oh oh oh, put yo ass in the grindery-a-e
I don’t wanna… hello
And I can do what I wanna do, ha huh huh huuuuh
[Verse 2]
In this mention, what you rattin’ for?
Show you how a three metaphor
Will kamikaze on the shaffey but the pops is poor
Guess I really tryna say I don’t know what’s in store
But never mind now, I’m lookin’ in my past and I’m seeing familiar faces
I’m fucking thotties with broadies, they’re going past the laces
Sometimes I probably feel like my life is all altercation
Heard I’m a complex nigga, breaking down to the basic
You think I’m chasing these thotties, you niggas must be mistaken
And the way I’m spitting this flow you would think a nigga Jamaican
Making me oh so crazy, my baby never get lazy
I heard that life is a bitch, but that ho is clearly mistaken
[Hook: KR and Malyricalexis]
Oh oh oh, tell me why you can’t follow with me
Oh oh oh, put yo ass in the grindery-a-e
I don’t wanna… hello
And I can do what I wanna do, ha huh huh huuuuh
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