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3.5 in the air, this a heavy motherfucka catfish 4th and 15 don't tell me, I'm the wild card
That I sent, believe a ****, body slump, Airbnb goin' dumb, it's all kinda slush
Airbnb exotic strippers, yeah we goin' once, Fat Gary from the 7 and I got a big gun
**** see me in traffic, ooh, and they finna run
Damn, 300, got it done, school packs rollin', yeah, we havin' fun
Bitches kinda party, but they wanna fuck, cookie, my cologne, I don't smoke runs
I'm finna make it, every **** with me, tote a gun
I'm married then, I'm Travis Scott, this shit be fun
You are not havin' 30 plus a 20, do the math, we are not cappin'
Hundred in our pockets, married jeans, me some old fabric
Bitch ass fat, bitch ass mighty fantastic, we the ones they talk about
Blocks and this bitch lame, **** better walk it out
Beef with the lifers, my 12, mm, talk your mouth
Tresha in the party, freak as fuck, call her sloppy mouth
I'm in the Benz down Western doin' 120, big booty, bitch toppin' me, this shit crazy
Young Nick gettin' chipped, yeah, this shit daily
Pour a wad to the face, yeah, I feel lazy, 30,000, 40,000, yeah, that's payments
I just kicked the back door, you know I'm real dangerous
Might as well grow dreads, cause I'm real Haitian
Put a op in the wood, you know I'm real facin'
**** can't come around, there ain't no plate
Fell asleep on your bitch, I'm more than grow facin'
**** shoot they shot at my bitch, he got confidence
**** probably took on the lifers, we got hella sticks
Look at Gilly, look at Rocky, they got hella fists
Look at Wop, Lil Top, they put on that shit
Ain't talkin' down, it's probably about a bitch
Show me some loyalty, bitch, I'll give you a gift
Let me hit it for a night, baby, this is my shit
Baby fly, she mad, she somethin' like a witch
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