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I got big guns, big clips, pointed at your stomach
Don't get in front of my gun I hit you with the fulla clip
She got big butt, good head, know she makin' money
Get to the top of the bag, why you laughin' what's so funny

Shake it like Zendaya I been runnin' for the paper
I talked to God like yesterday he told me keep my head up yeah
I been on my way up pray to God I get a placement
I saw all your little posts, my biggest fans make an arrangement
Watch out for Owen he might as well just take your bitch
He been goin' back and fourth pick and choose from his contact list

I got big guns, big clips, pointed at your stomach
Don't get in front of my gun I hit you with the fulla clip
She got big butt, good head, know she makin' money
Get to the top of the bag, why you laughin' what's so funny

Makin' some money I'm makin' some moves
They do all that hatin' I'm not bulletproof
Scholarship money they pay for my U
128 bands why you lookin' so blue
You ackin' all weird, maybe you jealous
I feel like I'm Drake, bitch I'm doin' no tellin'
Quarter million between me and Owen
You thought you the one that was in control

Why you all in a mood
Why you all in a mood
I'm gettin' the blue strips
I'm gettin' the blue
I never lose, wearin' the reps you doin' your posin'
You doin' your posin'
I just get to the money



Credits
Writer(s): Carson Giberson
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