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(Yea Yea) (Ch-ch) I swing this bitch, from lane to lane I pop out tryna' catch a Saint I smoked exotic, he don't got no money We gon' take his chain Pop out early morning, catch me yawning Turn him to strain My lil' IG bitch, I fucked her once, and fell into the game Hold on Place from out of state, like fuck the shells let's do the race Lil' bro keep a bookbag but, that bitch still on his waist I done flipped a couple P's today, can't lie I'm feeling great If they want Glocks, I buy my shorties Glocks, for hots I buy them straights He in the way, put money on his top then get him out the way I bought a Glock, I bought a MAC, A doubled back to buy a Drac' My mug be reekin', I can't say no names cause that might start a case Foenem' say I'm tweaking, I be spinnin' blocks til' I catch a face We gon' spin until we can't No Casamigos, bitch this drank I shoot this bitch until it clank This .7762 stop a tank Said he gon' kill me, but he ain't His ass a goofy, got no rank Fuckin' on this opp lil' hoe, I was gon' eat it but she stank Playing with my name, that's how you end up like the last nigga Yeah, you got a face but I want her because her ass bigger And ion' never trick but she pick me because my bag bigger I had couple fights, but this .45 right here a ass kicker I gave Lil' Three a lo', he came right back, that boy a fast killer Dissing in yo' captions, boy don't make that be yo' last picture Yeah I rap, but I step for real, so you know I can brag When I pop out with my switch, you know I keep a extra Mag with me Brick right there, my dog, so I'm a say I got Shaggs They say it's money on his head, so i'm just hunting like it's a time limit Take my glasses off, and shoot him, so he got popped by a blind man It damn near thirty dead opps, somebody tell me that I'm lying I swing this bitch, from lane to lane I pop out tryna' catch a Saint I smoked exotic, he don't got no money We gon' take his chain Pop out early morning, catch me yawning Turn him to strain My lil' IG bitch, I fucked her once, and fell into the game Hold on Place from out of state, like fuck the shells let's do the race Lil' bro keep a bookbag but, that bitch still on his waist I done flipped a couple P's today, can't lie I'm feeling great If they want Glocks, I buy my shorties Glocks, for hots I buy them straights I swing this bitch, from lane to lane I pop out tryna' catch a Saint I smoked exotic, he don't got no money We gon' take his chain Pop out early morning, catch me yawning Turn him to strain My lil' IG bitch, I fucked her once, and fell into the game Hold on Place from out of state, like fuck the shells let's do the race Lil' bro keep a bookbag but, that bitch still on his waist I done flipped a couple P's today, can't lie I'm feeling great If they want Glocks, I buy my shorties Glocks, for hots I buy them straights