[Verse 1: CJ808]
9 AM, why is you screaming, I got a bitch, she is a demon
You sayin' words but you got no meaning
You sayin' words but you ain't on shit
Pull up and I'm hittin' a lick and I'm kickin' shit, just like kickflip
You don't make no cents, how does that make sense
Issey Miyake all on a sweater and you know that shit got a tight knit
Give that young nigga a fuckin' Blicky, hittin' his back just like he is Ricky
Hittin' his back like he is Ricky, yeah, he ain't gone stick me
Ridin' just like it is Forza
Yeah, we pull up with the windows down, pull up with the Semi tuck
Keep it on me in a wintertime
That nigga walking on a tight rope, he walkin' on a thinner line
[Verse 2: Dolly]
You just lost, see you at the finish line
I'on want yo' blunt nigga, I'll finish mine
Pull out the Chop', eat niggas up
It's lookin' like it is dinnertime
These niggas not tryna rap for real
They must not know what I be on
I fucked that bitch, she take my soul
I think she is a demon
I'm in the UK wit' CJ, party like it's yo' bday
It's a-okay, pull out the K, these niggas run like relay
These niggas not really on what they say they is
Fake shit can't relate
Talk down on the gang, pull out the Chop'
Nigga, that was a mistake
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