Flippin' chickens, bitch, I'm on a mission
Good gas, nigga, no midget
Fuck a kitchen, bitch, I'm water whippin'
Good bands got my palms itchin'
Good bitches got these niggas switchin'
Broke niggas be steady wishin'
Bitch niggas be steady snitchin'
Get no money, fuck wrong with 'em
Good bitches had to fuck on 'em
Good bands, had to splurge on 'em
Came back like good crack
Pour a four, then I throw a stack
Good Bape, bitch, on my back
Baby girl call me Uncle Sam 'cause everybody know about me, bitch, it's Lil Yachty
From the 770, smokin' big Os, make 'em get low
Make her toes touch, nigga talkin' down, he get a toe tag
Already got the bag, why these niggas sad?
Hoppin' on the wave, they didn't even start
Sadboy2000, blah, blah, blah, blah
Load the chopper up and grah, grah, grah, grah
I'm that nigga and you knew that shit before you even saw me
Young RD, bitch, I stay flauntin'
Hella bands like I'm Lil Mouse
Hit him in the mouth inside his fuckin' house
Fuck his spouse in her Gucci blouse 'cause I'm just that dirty
I'm Randy Savage countin' all my cabbage
Money Makin Gang full of players
Young RD from the Himalayas
It ain't no games
Yup, nigga
It ain't no games
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