[Intro: OODareDevil]
Clibbo
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, this the end
[Chorus: OODareDevil]
Yeah, yeah, let's go
Cash in my pocket, it's glued to me (Uh)
Look at at my pocket, no [?] (Uh)
These niggas rap more than [?] (Uh)
Spin on his block like it's fun to me (Ooh)
Black bitch, fatter than snow bunny (Ooh)
Fast car, whiplash, Maserati (Uh)
Fuck, I just bought my lil' bitch a new body
Beat out the pack, Whitney Bobby
Fuck it, I might drop them racks on a Masi'
Pull up on a bitch, sloppy toppy
Fuckin' on niggas hoes, that ain't nun' new to me
Beat up the block, eat it up like it's food to me
All of you niggas serpents, stay away from me
I been thuggin' too long, fuckin' caught me a felony
Shoot up his block, ain't no cryin', no sympathy
Choppa gon' sing, violin, ain't no symphony
I'ma send bullets back if you tryna beef with me
Look at the lick, fuck, God meant good to mе
Bitch after bitch and they tryna get rid of mе
Most of these niggas, they owe me like 50B
If a nigga owe, I let off a 50 G's
AK with a drum, I knock off his shoulder
To a hundred, huh? Bitch, ain't no foldin' me
Havin' that grass for the low, ain't no clover leaf
Four of the Wock, I ain't sippin' no Hennessy
Ain't noone spin on this block, are you kiddin' me?
Gave her a dose of that dick, shit a dopamine
Beat up that pussy, don't want you, lil' petty bitch
Cash in my pockets, got big racks, fat as shit
UPS, USPS, we don't FedEx shit, go (Go, let's go)
[Verse: Yeat]
Hmm, I'm a businessman, I have myself (Have myself)
Don't know how to sing, but I know how you feel
How much the belt, the one that's made by Chanel? (Double C)
Don't let me work for you, 'cause I'm gonna take all your clientele (Mhm-hmm, yeah)
And I know that'll end up well
And I know that you goin' out sad, I can tell
What's a vertebrae?
I got a whip, it's convertible (Skrrt)
Now I'm drivin' your bitch, she a squirtable
Booted up off the drugs, it feel wonderful
Got a whole lotta cash, I got plentyful
How the fuck y'all pussies geek up on Benadryl?
Run to the cash like a muhfuckin' treadmill
I'm higher up, I can show you my pedestal
I ate up this beat just like it's a Lunchable
Live how I want, I don't go by no schedule
I been geeked up for no reason
I'm on the sun and I told 'em it's freezin'
I got some money, some hoes [?]
Got a new car, it don't even got keys in
I switch up my sauce like a muhfuckin' seasoning
I was so high, I can't even believe it
Yes, I got some questions, I know that I'm leavin'
She givin' me toppy, I know that I need it
My wrist got a watch, yeah, I know that it's leakin'
My bitch got a pussy that I like to sleep in
You aski me so much how I know that you tweakin'
I seen it was comin', I got a lil' beacon
Fucked up everyday, yeah, you know the feeling
I had to go up 'cause I'm out of the deep end
Why should I go up? I got whole lotta reasons
Coupe got brown litter like a Reese's
I'm breakin' the molly in little pieces
I'm not lyin' when I say that I'm geekin'
I'm not lyin' when I say that I'm speakin' (Yeah)
I wasn't lyin' when I said the car ain't no keys in it, there's a reason (Skrrt)
[Interlude: OODareDevil]
Yeah, I'ma just speak to you (Speak to you)
I'ma just speak to you (I'ma just speak to you)
I'ma just speak to you (Just speak to you)
I do what I want, you do what you can (I do what I want, you do what you can)
Yeah, yeah, yeah ([?], but I don't care)
'Cause I got (Uh) Fendi on me and Fendi on mink (Now I'm like)
[Chorus: OODareDevil]
Yeah, yeah, let's go
Cash in my pocket, it's glued to me (Uh)
Look at at my pocket, no [?] (Uh)
These niggas rap more than [?] (Uh)
Spin on his block like it's fun to me (Ooh)
Black bitch, fatter than snow bunny (Ooh)
Fast car, whiplash, Maserati (Uh)
Fuck, I just bought my lil' bitch a new body
Beat out the pack, Whitney Bobby
Fuck it, I might drop them racks on a Masi'
Pull up on a bitch, sloppy toppy
Fuckin' on niggas hoes, that ain't nun' new to me
Beat up the block, eat it up like it's food to me
All of you niggas serpents, stay away from me
I been thuggin' too long, fuckin' caught me a felony
Shoot up his block, ain't no cryin', no sympathy
Choppa gon' sing, violin, ain't no symphony
I'ma send bullets back if you tryna beef with me
Look at the lick, fuck, God meant good to me
Bitch after bitch and they tryna get rid of me
Most of these niggas, they owe me like 50B
If a nigga owe, I let off a 50 G's
AK with a drum, I knock off his shoulder
To a hundred, huh? Bitch, ain't no foldin' me
Havin' that grass for the low, ain't no clover leaf
Four of the Wock, I ain't sippin' no Hennessy
Ain't noone spin on this block, are you kiddin' me?
Gave her a dose of that dick, shit a dopamine
Beat up that pussy, don't want you, lil' petty bitch
Cash in my pockets, got big racks, fat as shit
UPS [?], we don't FedEx shit, go (Go, let's go)
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