[Verse]
Alright bet, swear to god on my mama
Put a fuck boy on a poster
Put a fuck boy on a poster
Green tip .556 fuck a holster
Red black Ushanka no gosha
Redbone bitch from New York, Baby Sosa
Smoke a pound of za got me coughing like Sosa
Swear to god I might put a fuck boy on a poster
Shit I might put a fuck boy on a poster
On slime, huh I might put a fuck boy on a poster
These nigga's mad I'm getting cash boy I'm posted to
They check my page when I dub em' back I don't know ya
Used to hide a rock in my sock Magnolia
Trap phone, flip phone, same Motorola
Two phones, muscle memory from flippin' yola
Swear to god, give me like a million and I'm cuffing Doja
My mama ain't raise no bitch she raised a soldier
Make the fuck boy hit the Super Man like he soulja
Liker ya'll nigga's some fake veterans, small soldiers
Stepping with the Gorgonites fuck ‘round run em over
I'm a real right blood, real dog, red rover
Only care about the doh like my name Homer
My shawty got a resting bitch face like she Mona, Lisa
That nigga talking crazy like he won't get rolled in reefer
I curb stomp a motherfucker like I'm playing FIFA
I Keep the keys you don't know my name like Alicia
Like who want smoke? Fuck nigga, cigarrette or shisha?
My baby out of ATL nicknamed Keesha
She pop a Perc and get nasty she a leaker
Like I don't trust the cops hide the switch in my sneakers
Like how you watch my page, make no cash, you a tweaker?
Like if this rap shit don't work out I'll use a beaker
Like if this rap shit don't work, sell chicken, Popeyes
Eating lobster, used to eat on chicken pot pies
Do this shit for Top Slitter nigga I got mob ties
Baking soda in the pot, fuck around make the rock slide
Surveillance on the fuck niggas, I don't let the opps slide
Need 100k fuck two guns, I might cop five
Chris Travis type shit, it's crunch time
Ice Spice hit me up, shawty is it munch time?
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