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[Intro] You know, you better stop acting like, that nigga I don’t, I don’t really, you better stop act— You know, matter of fact, fuck— you better stop actin' like that bitch Not even playin' that shit I got, I got, nigga the f— Bitch ass nigga, before I push his ass Yeah Everybody got guns nigga But it's all about who You— are you ready to die nigga? I am Check it out Ayy you got some lean bro? Check it out Check it out (What?) Check it out (Uh) Check it out (What?) I’m running out Check it out, check, check (What?) [Verse] I'm reppin' them big Bs I got a bitch who reppin' them big Bs I'm up at Mean's Street, smokin' that dope, I came wit a few P’s (Dope!) I got the bit wit her buddy, then slutted her I call that lil bit a lil thotty (Slut!) Fucked the lil bit wit her buddy, her buddy done wanted to come suck me (Woo) Dracula shit, bitin' her neck, she suckin' the dick Shorty be dancing, shorty be dancing I’m taking chances, I’m taking chances Shorty be dancing, shorty be dancing Diamonds be dancing, bitches be dancing My money is dancing, my money is dancing My car is dancing, cars dancing Cars is dancing, diamonds be dancing My money be dancing, bitches be dancing Walk in the club, all of them dancing Maison Margiela, rocking Raf Simons I’m on the block with the cannon, I’m in the pit with the cannon Shawty got, shawty got, shawty got hoes like a campus You cuffing that bit'? Well damn that bit' in my standards Run it up, standards, bad bitch, standards Suck dick, all day, love her, ManMan, man Up that dope ho' I got extra dope, molly Santana ho' Dropped a lot of stills from like yesterday Kay, okay, kay, kay, kay Yeah, yeah Interstate, ice on a ho' Drop that bitch and then shift Bring ‘em out, we ain’t gon let you down Don’t let me down, if I friend you now (Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (Bitch)