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[Verse 1: Lil
I smokin' on the gas
pocus on the gas
I snorklin' in the cash
Going Krogers the bags
I done went blonde, goin' Hulk Hogan on ass
my shooters "Count me out", and I end up doin' the math
I fuckin' in the shower, so my dreads soaked
I been fuckin' on the counter 'cause my soaked
You know my lean nice and cold, like dead folks
You know my eyes nice and low, I make egg rolls, oh
I got them pills, we 'em illies
I got the wet, I'm water
I rob his ass like Robin
I get them Ms a a minute
Don't pay your bill, I'm power
BET, how I'm livin'
I got hoes followin' me
Ho, ho, ho; I'm down the
Hello, I her throw away her pussy toys, yeah
got a job, I make her look employed, yeah
She do the money count in just her drawers,
I make her out loud, I listen hard
I been fuckin' models, they been 'round in towels
They been snortin' powder, I been in here takin'
They countin' for hours, getting kisses by the thousands
Money and the power, they be in here watchin'
All my shooters accurate, codeine like a
Run up, run up in your factory, is on like Michael Jackson
Brrrt! Pull up like a
Stereo on max, and nigga bury your own
say hello to Rabbit
My lil bang
My lil homies, they
They don't the fame
Kill ass then fly to Spain
Ding-ding, coke and ice cream, shit got a nice ring
Put my face up in the pussy, I'm sight-seeing
Yeah, at the world through an automatic
Sweet mother of pearls, sweet Jesus of
Quickly, quickly, quickly, gettin' slow,
I could turn baby to a poor baby, sure baby
Look, I cannot sit down gettin' down
What's new in Let's do it now
A couple ain't been found
A couple screws been around
My father ain't been 'round, my heart ain't missed a
The of a down, and it's been up and down
A psycho, all I'm is the gown
Sippin' up, I piss to drown
up a pound
High as fuck, a truck on clouds
so underground
I break a whole bunch of fuckin'
Come to you down
All up in section
Use when you fuck around
of deception
Imperfection, no
No correct transgression
depression to aggression
Got an for expression
With no pressure, no
And the F is for the
"Flesh of all the ones, I left 'em, F 'em."

[Verse 2: Dollaz]
bitch open so we run in it
Any club, got my gun in it
I ain't even got to you dudes
I'll get you killed nigga
Eat, sleep, shit, rap
Brand new AK, all
Tunechi gave me this wrapped
Your sweet, candy, Kit-Kat
Hope you pussy get mad
Keep the on me, witchcraft
Off-White, Gucci, mix
All my diamonds drip, shit
Black BMW, bitch gave me top at the W
She told me Dollaz I'm you
bitches way too emotional, uh
So much perkys, I'm sober
choker, crazy, bipolar
Keep my niggas me, I tote 'em
Never be committed, I her
Enough you niggas, I do not fuck with you niggas
I I'm stuck with you niggas
up with you niggas
We all was cards, scammin' it up with you niggas
Miami ballin', it's a hobby, a nigga Joe Robby
Haitian or hibachi, ATV's, walkie-talkies
Chris Paul, we the rocket
Eight ball, pocket
Ah man, nigga it
You know it's
When it to rap, no problems
Haha, up, talk to 'em
I'm the hottest out in my
Bad boy too, ask
Hundred yacht, jet skiin'
Bitches bitches, lesbian
Niggas beef, let's see 'em
Y'all want beef, y'all vegan
If so, come, no
(Yeah, you get it?)
Future put me on, he from
Niggas in my crabs in a barrel
Made it out without y'all
I can say I did it
told me leave this beat blessed
I killed shit, no stress
First 48, this
tell me what's next?