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1, 2, 3 hoppin' out a big jeep
Wrist so cold looking like ice cream
And my neck all froze lookin' like some icee
Gotta buy a gucci belt so my pants can't keep seen
My fit kinda cool but it needs more bling
Grab a necklace and some Cuban links
Now I'm all decked out lookin' super clean
Ready for the night let's go Apollo team

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4, 5, 6 Hoppin' out of the whip
DM yo bitch and she hit me back quick
Nigga talk shit they get hit with the blitz
AK in the booth cookin' ups straight hits
See no, Hear no like Helen Keller
Yo bitch on my line sending me love letters
03 going up just like a propeller
If I drop a book it'll be a bestseller
Why niggas always on our wave?
Send they shots with no aim
Whip the Impala no "Tame"
Get a Clue like board games, aye
Bitch you lame and you corny
If you drop a song then we snoring
We ain't flying we soaring
She ain't wet
I got that bitch pouring, aye



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Writer(s): Nathan Spencer
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