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[Verse 1]
Damn right I got it, damn right I got it
Racks up in my pocket, got so much green it’s like I’m snotty
Shitting on niggas, gotta potty, this trigger on this 30, imma pop it
Kill yourself lil’ nigga like Kurt Cobain and his shotty
My swag so vibrant, your bitch say she want it
She asked if I had that rubber, I said, „damn right I got it”
Honey Cocaine, I’d bang her, Twatching cause I’m a stranger
I’ll smash it, I’ll bash it, home run, Texas Ranger
Word Play is too raw, no T-Raww like Tyga
I keep that 9, I call it my lighter, spit my lyrics, I’ll set you on fire
Imma unsigned artist, I draw guns like an artist
I’m A1, I’m the smartest
Nah, your bitch give me brain now she’s the smartest
Black ass nigga your a ninja, putting up my middle finger
Eating that pussy like Zingers, I don’t pull muscles I pull triggers
Word Play is so raunchy, I can turn the mall into a block party
They bitches be so naughty, yeah, they government name is probably Bonnie
And Clyde, bitch open your eyes
Eating these clown ass rappers, McDonald’s fries
I’m in a fucking new era and I ain’t talking about this snapback
This bitch so dirty sucked all the balls out my sack
[Chorus]
Fuck nigga, get ya bands up
Fuck nigga, get ya bands up
Fuck nigga, get ya bands up
We getting money, we trust up
It’s a stick up, get your hands up
It’s a stick up, get your hands up
It’s a stick up, get your hands up
I’m getting money, I’m turnt up
[Verse 2]
Dark nigga but my bitch light, on that Curren$y shit, that Jet Life
Bitches that’s fake as my ID that’s that shit that I don’t like
I ain’t tryna cuff, I just wanna fuck
Niggas be stuttering l-l-like Daffy Duck
Black circle on this ice, that’s hockey puck
You ran out of bullets, you shit out of luck
So much pussy, I got a kitty litter
That loud be smelling like kitty litter
We’ll throw you out the window, we litter
I’ll fuck your bitch and your sister
Your bitch be calling me mister
Come through your hood like twister
Pop the trunk and pull out guns about the size of Hitler
The Holocaust ain’t got shit on what I’m ’bout to do to your crew
I wish this nigga could, choo-choo
I killed this beat, now what you gon do
And I’m out, and I ate all the food in your house
Red Phillies snapback and you know what I’m ’bout bitch!
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