Xerox Glocks

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[Intro]

[Verse 1: Hus Kingpin]

Kingpin, Tarantino scenes, quarantine beams

I had C.R.E.A.M dreams of catholean smokescreen deem, stacking Yao Ming’s

Money bets, niggas think I’m wylin’

My release date is like wine tasters, Catalina skyscrapers

I’m ill, I know how it feel to do God a favor, star lasers

Shorty say “Paul, you major!”

I say “shorty, you need to work on your A-cups”

I lay flush against my bitch butt

That’s a pillow of love

She look like Stacy from More Money, it's bugged

She caught a case pushing bud

California scarlet, strawberry alcohol lips

I pulled back skin off a pig

[Verse 2]

[Verse 3]