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[Verse 1]
120 in a Porsche, feel like FasTrak
Ex bitch call my phone, I don't back track
I been out here gettin' money, what you mad at?
Ain't no money hangin' out, I got past that
**** lookin' at me weird like I changed on 'em
I ain't change, I just ran up my change on 'em
Got fours, got money, and got a chain on 'em
Had to stay in my lane, I remained foreign
****, I don't need no friends, 'cause I'm poppin'
I get any bitch I want 'cause I'm confident
30 on me, wish you would 'cause I'm poppin' it
Real ****, in the pen they be lockin' in
[Verse 2]
.38, no safety, no cockin' it
No shells, no L's, we just rocket ship
Steady slidin' on these **** with these hockey sticks
It's either foreign or it's nothing, who you rocking with?
.38, no safety, no cockin' it
No shells, no L's, we just rocket ship
Steady slidin' on these **** with these hockey sticks
It's either foreign or it's nothing, who you rocking with?
[Verse 3]
I was raised by tough love, I don't love shit
I seen family turn on family, I don' trust shit
Mini Uzi, double clip for that fuck shit
For a chain, lose your life, don't touch this, ****
[Verse 4]
Five, ten, fifteen bands in my pocket
Bitch, I talk shit, I don't talk on topic
I don't trust you, I don't trust nobody
Bitch, I don't want you, I just want your body
**** don't really want war with me
That hammer with me, that throw with me
My main stay home and do chores for me
Just bought her a Glock, she gon' score for me
**** really poppin', bitch we really poppin'
Fifty in the clip-clip, knockin' **** really drivin'
Bitch, we really mob ties, bitch, we really locked in
And I'll really kill a ****, and that's on my mama
I don't want no problems, but I'm with the drama
On my unborn kids' future baby mama
Do a challenge with this Glock, that's a baby line-up
And you'll catch steady shots off of one dollar
[Verse 5]
Word around the bay I brought Vallejo back
Bitch, it's Nate in my wood, don't catch a heart attack
I never been a Crest **** but I'm romped out
Speaking down on the chain and got slumped out
One V, hightop faded like I'm Ghandi
Ain't a **** tax me, I'm wavy like Max B
Dummy, still go eighteen hunnid
Get the fuck **** fee, bitch, run it
I came down that SD and I got the plug
Lil' house-ass ****, you are not a real thug
You were scared when they slid, bitch, I seen what it was
Kanye West, flashin' lights when I bust, it's chain-chains
[Verse 6]
Five, ten, fifteen bands in my pocket
Bitch, I talk shit, I don't talk on topic
I don't trust you, I don't trust nobody
Bitch, I don't want you, I just want your body
**** don't really want war with me
That hammer with me, that throw with me
My main stay home and do chores for me
Just bought her a Glock, she gon' score for me
**** really poppin', bitch we really poppin'
Fifty in the clip-clip, knockin' **** really drivin'
Bitch, we really mob ties, bitch, we really locked in
And I'll really kill a ****, and that's on my mama
I don't want no problems but I'm with the drama
On my unborn kids' future baby mama
Do a challenge with this Glock, that's a baby line-up
And you'll catch steady shots off of one dollar
[Verse 7]
**** don't really want war with me
My main stay home and do chores for me
Five, ten, fifteen bands in my pocket
Bitch, I talk shit, I don't talk on topic
I don't trust you, I don't trust nobody
Bitch, I don't want you, I just want your body
**** don't really want war with me
That hammer with me, that throw with me
My main stay home and do chores for me
Just bought her a Glock, she gon' score for me
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