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Fast food, it’s a drive by

White shirt turned into a tye dye

Talk shit, must be high, high

You don’t want them problems with me my guy

Wear my [?] one time and I throw ‘em out

If my Timbs get a scratch, gotta throw ‘em out

Get that head in my bed, then I throw ‘em out

Hit the club with some bread, then I throw it out

I don’t even care what it cost

Anything but going up is a loss

When you’re grand diamonds you know how to floss

You getting on, but bitch I'm going off

All of my niggas on go, we don’t talk 'bout it

All of my bitches just throw, we don’t talk 'bout it

That be the problem, these bitches just talk 'bout it

Talk 'bout it, talk 'bout it, talk 'bout it

All of my niggas on go, we don’t talk 'bout it

All of my bitches just throw, we don’t talk 'bout it

That be the problem, these bitches just talk 'bout it, talk 'bout it

Talk 'bout it, talk bout it, talk 'bout it

Fast food, it’s a drive by

White shirt turned into a tye dye

Talk shit, must be high, high

You don’t want them problems with me my guy

Fast food, it’s a drive by

White shirt turned into a tye dye

Talk shit, must be high, high

You don’t want them problems with me my guy

Eating good, I know Apollo

With the the thicc little bitch who a model

All my BK bitches really be outside

All my [?] ass bitches really down to ride

Only wear Jordans if they 350 and up

When I pop bitches, only do like 15 and up

If she pop out, then you know she giving it up

Why you mad now? ‘Cause we really living it up

All of my niggas on go, we don’t talk 'bout it

All of my bitches just throw, we don’t talk 'bout it

That be the problem, these bitches just talk 'bout it

Talk 'bout it, talk 'bout it, talk 'bout it

All of my niggas on go, we don’t talk 'bout it

All of my bitches just throw, we don’t talk 'bout it

That be the problem, these bitches just talk 'bout it, talk 'bout it

Talk 'bout it, talk bout it, talk 'bout it

Fast food, it’s a drive by

White shirt turned into a tye dye

Talk shit, must be high, high

You don’t want them problems with me my guy

Fast food, it’s a drive by

White shirt turned into a tye dye

Talk shit, must be high, high

You don’t want them problems with me my guy