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[Verse 1: Lil
I been on the gas
Hocus on the gas
I snorklin' in the cash
Going Krogers the bags
I done went blonde, goin' Hogan on they ass
Tell my shooters "Count me out", and I end up doin' the
I been in the shower, so my dreads soaked
I fuckin' on the counter 'cause my bed's soaked
You know my nice and cold, like some dead folks
You know my eyes nice and low, like I egg rolls, oh
I got pills, we call 'em illies
I got the wet, I'm whippin'
I rob his ass like Givens
I get them Ms a a minute
Don't pay bill, I'm power trippin'
BET, that's how I'm
I got three hoes me
Ho, ho, ho; I'm the chimney
Hello, I make her throw away her pussy toys,
got a job, I make her look employed, yeah
She do the count in just her drawers, yeah
I make her count out loud, I hard
I been fuckin' models, been walkin' 'round in towels
They been snortin' powder, I been in takin' downers
They been for hours, getting kisses by the thousands
Money and the power, they be in here watchin'
All my shooters accurate, codeine a daiquiri
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 homies
My lil homies, deranged
They don't the fame
Kill your ass then fly to
Ding-ding, coke and ice cream, that got a nice ring
Put my face up in the pussy, I'm just
Yeah, starin' at the through an automatic
Sweet of pearls, sweet Jesus of Nazareth
Quickly, quickly, quickly, slow, baby
I could your baby to a poor baby, sure baby
Look, I cannot sit down without gettin'
What's new in Let's do it now
A couple ain't been found
A couple screws been screwed
My father ain't been 'round, my ain't missed a pound
The system of a down, and been up and down
A psycho, all I'm missin' is the
Sippin' up, I piss to drown
up a pound
High as fuck, a truck on clouds
so underground
I break a whole bunch of vows
Come to you down
All up in your
Use protection you fuck around
of deception
Imperfection, no
No correct transgression
Turn to aggression
Got an for expression
With no pressure, no
And the F is for the
"Flesh of all the fleshless ones, I 'em, F 'em."

[Verse 2: Dollaz]
Your open so we run in it
Any club, got my gun in it
I ain't even got to touch you
I'll get you killed nigga
Eat, sleep, shit, rap
Brand new AK, all
Tunechi gave me gift wrapped
Your bars sweet, candy,
Hope you niggas get mad
the voodoo on me, witchcraft
Off-White, Gucci, mix
All my diamonds drip, shit
BMW, your 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 with you niggas, I do not fuck you niggas
I know I'm with you niggas
up with you niggas
We all was cards, scammin' it up with you niggas
Miami ballin', it's a hobby, call a nigga Joe
food or hibachi, ATV's, walkie-talkies
Chris Paul, we the rocket
Eight ball, corner
Ah man, stop it
You know Dollaz
When it comes to rap, no
Haha, hold up, to 'em
I'm the out in my city
Bad boy too, ask
Hundred foot yacht, jet
kissin' bitches, lesbian
Niggas beef, let's see 'em
don't want beef, y'all vegan
If so, come, no
(Yeah, you get it?)
Future put me on, he Atlanta
Niggas in my crabs in a barrel
Made it out without help
I can say I did it
Tunechi me leave this beat blessed
I killed shit, no stress
First 48, stretch
Someone tell me what's