[Intro]
Huh, ugh, what? Okay (Polo Boy Shawty on the track, so I’m killin' it)
What? Waaan, okay
Huh, yeah
[Chorus]
They say "how you jugg like that?" (Bitch!)
Bitch, I'm cruisin' all black
If I pop out all black then I might pop out wit' that gat
See me clutchin' on that beam, nigga, no, I never lack (Pl—Pl-Plugg)
I got hunnids’ in the trap and I can get it through the back
And I see your lil' hoe lookin', she like, how yuke do it like that? Yeah
You can't move like that, huh
You can't, what, what, what?
You not built like that, huh
You not cut like that (You not)
It is just an act, huh
You not from the trap, huh
It is just an act, nigga, you not from the trap
If I round down, make it clap, then his gang not gon' spin back, yeah (Polo Boy Shawty on the track, so I’m killin' it) (Bitch!)
.40 in my jeans, when I walk that shit click-clack
Got the cameras up on me because they know I'm fuckin' next
And they see me gettin' checks and I'm ridin' 'round wit' TECs (Pl—Pl-Plugg)
I might hit a nigga in his shit if I don't like what he said, ha
[Bridge]
It ain't my fault 'cause yo' bitch up in my bed, ha
It ain't my fault 'cause yo' bitch wanna give me head, nah
Bite my swag, nigga, I'ma need my creds, yeah
How you diss my deads, I don't got no deads, nah
I call young niggas, pull up wit' them, Gen5
Askin' me for handouts, you got be xanned out
Huh, ugh, what? Okay
What? Waaan, okay
Huh, yeah
Huh, ugh, what? Okay (Polo Boy Shawty on the track, so I’m killin' it)
What? Waaan, okay
Huh, yeah
[Chorus]
They say "how you jugg like that?" (Bitch!)
Bitch, I'm cruisin' all black
If I pop out all black then I might pop out wit' that gat
See me clutchin' on that beam, nigga, no, I never lack (Pl—Pl-Plugg)
I got hunnids’ in the trap and I can get it through the back
And I see your lil' hoe lookin', she like, how yuke do it like that? Yeah
You can't move like that, huh
You can't, what, what, what?
You not built like that, huh
You not cut like that (You not)
It is just an act, huh
You not from the trap, huh
It is just an act, nigga, you not from the trap
If I round down, make it clap, then his gang not gon' spin back, yeah (Polo Boy Shawty on the track, so I’m killin' it) (Bitch!)
.40 in my jeans, when I walk that shit click-clack
Got the cameras up on me because they know I'm fuckin' next
And they see me gettin' checks and I'm ridin' 'round wit' TECs (Pl—Pl-Plugg)
I might hit a nigga in his shit if I don't like what he said, ha
[Bridge]
It ain't my fault 'cause yo' bitch up in my bed, ha
It ain't my fault 'cause yo' bitch wanna give me head, nah
Bite my swag, nigga, I'ma need my creds, yeah
How you diss my deads, I don't got no deads, nah
I call young niggas, pull up wit' them, Gen5
Askin' me for handouts, you got be xanned out
Huh, ugh, what? Okay
What? Waaan, okay
Huh, yeah
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