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Pop Shit, got a hundred round drum better drop quick
I done pulled up out a Benz new top shit
I done told a new bitch she toxic
Carry a pint of no purple get it poppin'
We was ridin' round tents they was not lit
We just ride in that bitch with that cash
Got a card and it slip with the dash
Paper route so we paid for the tag
Told that bitch suck that dick, she gon' gag
Told these niggas i'm comin' in fast
Stripper pole now we really gon' jack him
Swear to god imma blow like its NASA
Totin' Ls like we really got trackers
Bullets pointy, ain't talkin' no cactus
Niggas really thought that I was just slackin'

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Pop shit, someone go and grab me a mop stick (Brrt)
Imma kill everybody in the room like Itachi
Bullets hit his body like a mothafuckin' mosh pit
Playin' toe tag in the grass nigga not it
Pop out the vette with a K
Diamonds on my neck they look like a lake
I'm whipping the foreign, I can't keep it straight (Swerve)
Put dick in her mouth and I aim at her face
We in the vip poppin' all of these bottles
These chokers like ropes off a mothafuckin' gallow
My glizzy hold thirty like percs but they hollows
AMG Benz getting mopped by some models
Slayed, yes... your bitch gon' bless
Can't keep it still cause the bitch throwin' neck
I keep a leg just to shoot at his vest
All bout' my Ms no mothafuckin' mecs

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