Look
I let all my bitches walk if they ain't happy, fuck 'em
Bitches speakin' on my name, I ain't even been around
I'm down to earth like roots in the ground
Crack a seal to get my points across
Pourin' fours is how I floss
Longe name less than three
Even when I'm wake, I don't sleep
I was overseas geeked
I was at the crib booted
I had two bitches tooted
She gon' pop if she don't shoot it
Like, if you pop it, he gon' shoot you
Fuck that bitch and now her best friend tryna join in me too
Cup color Mewtwo
Old-ass pounds of magician smell like mildew
And baby, let me build you
All I rock is Research
Old 85 Jordan 1s make my feet hurt
Fuck a bitch four times, but I don't think my skeet work
Geekin' round clockwork
I just spent a band on a blick that did not work
I ain't know that smugglers made pistols
Get on his head just like bristles
I have bitches out in Brussels
I don't do no brunch
Only five stars, I eat crystals
Drink no wine, I drink Wock
Lazy as hell, all my rims round steel stock
I put a Cutlass on some shocks
Zip up the opps and dump under a dock
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