Milwaukee Bucks* Lil Gotit

Lyrics from Snippets

Frankie, you a fool for this one, man

Pulled up on your bitch, I got weed, where the lean?
Bitch, no Halloween, I got tricks up my sleeve
I was onna perky when I hit it, she like gee
No, we not no rats, but we gon' trap and get that cheese
Bitch, I came in the game with chain chokers and Amiri jeans
Yeah, my bullets Actavis, pour up and make you lean

I'm having vibes in the booth that be sucking and fucking on me
Nigga, how about you?
Runnin' that motherfuckin' Porsche and the engine got horses
I pulled up like howdy-doo
I'm a lil' slimy motherfucker, YSL all in my bones
I'm drippin' shit too
I got so many hundreds in my pockets
But these niggas know this ain't shit that new
My label say that I'm an addict, they tryna rehab me
Well bitch, worry 'bout you
Spot 'em, I got 'em, I cop me a bag
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Karlae gonna drip some check ha out yea
No, we don't pay for the pistons, but keep a pistol
Our bank hold lotta weight, just like wrestler, I flex on 'em
Givenchy actress in the mansion 'cause I'm Dior spoiled
Double G cover my ankles, yeah, I'm [?]
Fuck your shooters, we know goblins, nigga, we some martians