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That nigga lame he got no rhythm
My bitches bad toxic like venom
My pockets fat they independent
Got knocked in his tooth
Got sent to the dentist
That bitch she tripping
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High in the air and I don't got no feathers
He think he god he controlling the weather
She got good brain and she do it no effort
I flip the bitch
I crash the bitch
Come get yo bitch she be all on my dick
He got the bag and he fumbled it quick
He not a sprinter he slow as a bitch
Scat pack loud as a crowd in this bitch
He not a shooter he type in this bitch
He not a shooter the type on the net
That nigga broke so no he cant flex
I do this shit independent
If he wanna feature that money come with it
He thinking he hulk walk around with some titties
My Lamborghini its bad but my new bitch she pretty
M16 not no regular blicky
7.62 hitting hard like they spiffy
My opps pussy no they always busy
Red dot green dot I is till get busy
These niggas know who I am
Walk in that bitch all these niggas some fans
My pockets big I like counting these bands
Walk in that hoe and they know I'm the man
My diamonds shine like battle of the bands
She wanna fuck but shawty got a mans
If you not gang you not part of the plan
Run that shit up all I know is these bands

Uh Spiffy and Cal finally do it again
If he want the smoke shoot him in his
If he want the smoke we shoot him and his friends
When I get the pack you know imma flip it
VVS diamonds they doing they dance
My bullets they sit on his head like a fitted
I'm pouring that wok put you in a trance
Copped the new AMG and you know that bitch tinted
I got a new whip dis a wide body uh
I took his bitch he gone cry bout it uh
Finally hop in that track this a big body uh
She don't love me I really don't care bout it uh
I'm pulling up in the scat
Big AR and it sit on my lap
Stop all that talking yea that nigga is cap
Yea I'm finally fold that nigga like a wrap
I'm finally shoot up the function
You niggas not getting no bread getting nothing
She eat the dick like a motherfucking munchkin
Y'all stay on my dick yea y'all niggas be munching
When I get the pack then I'm finally buss it
She sit on my lap I'm like bitch is we fucking
I'm holding that strap like my name David Russel
She shaking that ass while the other bitch sucking

These niggas know who I am
Walk in that bitch all these niggas some fans
My pockets big I like counting these bands
Walk in that hoe and they know I'm the man
My diamonds shine like battle of the bands
She wanna fuck but shawty got a mans
If you not gang you not part of the plan
Run that shit up all I know is these bands



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Writer(s): Willie Hollins
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