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I got 20 on my feet
Say I got 20 on my beat and I got 30 on my wrist
And I be hurtin' me a bitch cause I got perky on my dick
Bitch don't be lurkin' on my shit

It's a lot of hoes I done hit
But we'll send 60 towards your whip
And I'll backhand your bitch
Heard some opp niggas talkin' shit

But they scarier than a bitch
Call me out shoppin', ain't do shit
We caught your homies, jumped out the switch
Niggas dyin', we ain't got a dicks

But please release my dick
Cause we a pull up with them glicks
You a thad with it on you like brick
Then stop it nigga

Niggas knowin' exactly how I'm rockin' nigga
Big ass 5.7 and it's pokin' out of my pocket nigga
We done robbed, jumped, bitch slapped in
We done shot that nigga

Pull up, wavin' hands while a nigga blowin'
This ain't a cartridge nigga
Bitches head time
Homeless man fucked up, I can't drop her down

She was chargin' for it, like that one episode
Of Martin Can't Pay the Five
What you sayin' huh?
Fuck nigga, what is you sayin' huh?

Got these bitches scared, his homie dead
We a pull up and tell him ah
And this shit stank
Some dead niggas and we playin' with Big Bank

Make this bitch quake and I'm swingin' sticks
With this Thomas like Big Frank
He a fuckin' jank, charge a nigga
Six hundred for a hit drink

She got face paint while it's makeup
Tell that hoe to stay out my face
Niggas know that we whip paint
Chopper shields hit the ground

Niggas better dip, whip, and nae nae
And this ugly bitch got the longest tension on it
Call her Sinead nae
No, I can't say hey

Drop a deuce and a fey fey
Bitch we don't play play
Bitch we don't play play
Oh, we don't play play
Drop a deuce and a fey fey
Fat hoe chase me like Day Day



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Writer(s): Antwain Lamont Fox, Antonio Valentino King
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