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[Intro: Cash Cobain] Tss [Verse 1: Cash Cobain] I am with the smoke so if I don't know you, don't get too close Please don't think shit sweet, if a nigga run up, it's Murder, She Wrote Slizzy, I'm givin' 'em hope, I really be outside, I'm with the Pope Baby girl, keep on your clothes and open your mouth up, I want your throat She suckin' it good, she lovin' the wood, I think I might give her a stroke She come from the hood, she misunderstood, I told her, "I already know" I fucked her one time then after that I had to pass that bitch to the bro (And this beat from Cash, not from YouTube), fo' sure [Verse 2: Quavo & Cash Cobain] Kick the bitch outta the door Lil' ratchet lil' shit from the hood She put that shit on, she get on the floor (Yeah) I'm snatchin' that lil' baby soul (Snatchin' that soul) Lil' bitch exotic, I'm smokin' exotic, we ready for smoke We havin' guns and drugs, she still, she tellin' she wanna go (Yeah) Overly pushin' my pockets, I'm Cash Cobain (Cash) Yuh, bottles on bottles, she thirsty, now who wanna drank? (Soo) Young nigga makin' them birds sang (Yeah) I'm in New York like a Knick, with your bitch in the paint (Let's go; tss) [Verse 3: Cash Cobain & Quavo] I'm in New York, but I got this lil' bitch in the A (Woo) And she wanna come wit' some friends, I told her I'm puttin' bitches on a plane (Bang) I just now back out the Benz, the bitches she left, now she wanna stay (Phew) I'm really the Slizzy, these bitches be wit' it, they wanna put me on a tray (Slizzy) I'm a dog, I'm a stray (Rrr), I'm outside with a K (Outside) Shots fired, broad day (Fah), bitch gon' fuck me in the hallway (Slide) You the baddest in the state (Bad), and your ass the fattest in the state (Fat) Put you on a platter, on the plate (Soo), fucked his bitch, now the nigga wanna hate [Verse 4: Quavo] And she be— and she be pussy poppin' for the gang (Hey) I dressed her up in that designer stuff before I even got to know her name (Tss) And she be— she give me brain while I'm switchin' lanes (She give me) She ride it like a stallion, I'ma buy the bitch a chain (Ice) Put it in your mouth, make you turn around, tattoo a nigga name (Tat it) Trappin' in the house, if we in a drought, can you catch a nigga plays? (Phew) She keep it sexy, she want me to fuck on her bestie, and want me to lay (Sexy) She havin' forty inches, when I go hit it, I fuck up her lace (Lace) [Verse 5: Don Toliver] I know she finna come call me 'cause I go and fuck her the best You let me come in and eat it up, I go and beat it up, nut on her chest Told that lil' bitch I'm sorry, I know she be so depressed Clubbin' her down, beatin' her walls, it sound like a turf The way we link, it's way too natural (Way too natural, yeah) The way that body look too natural (The way that body) The way you fuck me, I ain't mad at ya (I ain't mad at you) I'ma keep it cool, spend a bag or two (Bag or two) Shawty want to throw it back to that "Attitude" Baby, I'm permanent like a tattoo (Like a tattoo) Fuckin' me, fuckin' me good, I ain't mad at you Eatin' my baby mama out in Cancún (Out in Cancún) Ooh, shawty like a monsoon Hardstone mask like I'm MF DOOM Let me beat that back and watch that pussy bloom Bitch, we goin' up like a hot balloon [Outro: Cash Cobain & Don Toliver] And you got a gratitude I ain't never meet no one as bad as you (Bad as you) I just gotta do what I gotta do 'cause you be Fuckin' me, fuckin' me good, I ain't mad at you Mm-hmm, and I just gotta have you, too No one in this world even matter, boo Gotta do what I gotta do 'cause you be Fuckin' me, fuckin' me good, I ain't mad at you Mm-hmm