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[Pre-Chorus: bbno$] Uh yeah Tata lol I got money in the bank with the papa [Chorus: bbno$] Iced out, drip-drop, scrape pot, need pop Pop rocks, Kate Moss, gotta floss, sip Voss Ayy, what you 'gon do lil' bitch? (Whatchu gon' do?) What you 'gon do lil' bitch? Iced out, drip-drop, scrape pot, need pop Pop rocks, Kate Moss, gotta floss, sip Voss Ayy, what you 'gon do lil' bitch? (Lil' bitch) What you 'gon do lil' bitch? [Verse 1: Crosby] Yeah, I'm a chief, though Watchin' all these niggas tryna catch up as I cheef dope Shawty love the records can't impress us 'less she deepthroat Gotta bring some lessons for the fellas, this a freak show Ain't a thing to tell us, used to sell us on the cheap, though Now they linin' pockets, 'cause they noggin full of heat quotes I ain't made for college and them dollars really speak, so Motherfuck some knowledge, put some mileage on the Jeep, go Out and break the silence 'til we pilin', then I reload Came into the villa filled with women and some weed smoke Papí gon' deliver, it's a given when the beat blow Niggas only killers through the twitter, how you G's, though? Niggas think they realer, droppin' filler, how you eat, bro? Tried a lil' revival of your idols, it was weak folk Every time you try you get denied, you better reload Havin' thoughts of ridin' through my side, you better creep slow And check the cheat code [Chorus: bbno$] Iced out, drip-drop, scrape pot, need pop Pop rocks, Kate Moss, gotta floss, sip Voss Ayy, what you 'gon do lil' bitch? (Whatchu gon' do?) What you 'gon do lil' bitch? Iced out, drip-drop, scrape pot, need pop Pop rocks, Kate Moss, gotta floss, sip Voss Ayy, what you 'gon do lil' bitch? (Lil bitch) What you 'gon do lil' bitch? [Verse 2: bbno$] I'ma tell you straight up what I'm gon' do Think I gotta poo Think its kinda obvious I'm gonna take a shit on you You got baby wipes? Check my Gucci stripes (Stripes) Teeth be flossin' so I got some golden pearly whites People say this baby is so seasoned, I'm arugula Half Danish sussyboy, my flow is so Wonderboy Ya lady friend like came on over Wonder where my trousers are My Tommy drawers, my 'Sace drawers I'm puttin' on some Gucci drawers I lost 'em last week, and your bitch be nasty Money blue, be mystic Splash on her like Misty Rollie on my wrist-y Gettin cream like Cristy Clarke, yeah, fuck a sixteen, baby [Chorus: bbno$] Iced out, drip-drop, scrape pot, need pop Pop rocks, Kate Moss, gotta floss, sip Voss Ayy, what you 'gon do lil' bitch? (Whatchu gon' do?) What you 'gon do lil' bitch? Iced out, drip-drop, scrape pot, need pop Pop rocks, Kate Moss, gotta floss, sip Voss Ayy, what you 'gon do lil' bitch? (Lil bitch) What you 'gon do lil' bitch? (Yeah baby) [Outro: bbno$] Hey, let me do some adlibs