I be gettin comas
You don't want da drama
Pull up wit dat drum bruh
Whippin round, downtown
LA wit yo momma
Ya u a bitch u a llama
No i don't wanna talk bruh
Ya i'm laughin my ass off
Right to the bank
Ya she text me her location
She wan kick it but she stank
Ya i'm smokin on dat loud pack
Too loud i can't think
Ya u talkin shit online like
GO OUTSIDE UR STINKY!
I feel like a boss
Put a ring up on my pinky
Tell ur mum get off my back
She clingy
I got bands huh?
Fingers to my racks they sticky
Nah i keep dat fuckin blicky
Right in my pocket with me
Ya i'm posted wit my sillyteam
Posted wit my silly beam
Bullets make u silly scream
And nah i don't think that
You'll make it out alive, no
Ya i never thought that you
Would ever lie to me
Do u see me lying here
Desperately
I need a drink or just to go
And get some air to breathe
I don't think ur feelin me
Once again im posted up
Onna yacht, wit my sillyteam
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