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Yeah, you gone hear that bass bounce
You gone' hear that K jump

Hear them F.N. bullets make out
Way too high, want fancy shit no take out
I can't wait 'till I get all them diamonds make a new smile
Flexing on his head, nigga, they think I'm brand new now
I don't care, I just want the guap and a gouda
I don't care what you talking 'bout you get boo'd out
I don't care
Woah

You don't here that
You gone hear some bullet shells
You gone hear some bodies drop
Send that nigga right to hell
I don't care what this nigga 'bout
Nigga best shit his ass up put this Glock in his mouth
She suck me up like spaghetti
They bragging 'bout bitches I done fucked already
My wrist is on Audemars wrist on Piguetey
And look at my neck I got too much baguettes
These bitches not from Paris, these bitches from Africa
They taking shots I reflect 'em right back at ya
Money take math, but in school I failed algebra
Cannot keep track all this money keep stacking bruh

You gone hear that bass bounce
You gone hear that K jump
Hold on smash up on that ho' I pulled her pigtails



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Writer(s): Julius Sacred
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