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[Intro]
Nigga fuck yo' brother, hope he die nigga
[Chorus]
In-In that CLS, go fast
Ge-Ge-Geeked up bitch, hope I don't crash
Flag a nigga down like where your pass?
Step in first, you leave last
Wa-Wa-Want a verse? Tax his ass
I-I been doing these lil' nigga bad
Let's go Goyard, on my bag
Okay, big Glock in my bag
Pull up, Number (N)ine, bust his ass
Hi-Hi-Hit that boy up, with that mag
I-I got two guns in my pack
I-I get hollow, bitch, off thrax
Niggas they hoes, and that facts
Finna, go hit up Fairfax (Fairfax)
[Verse]
Don't ever play no opps in my whip
Cu-Cu-Cut it off, that shit wack
Ni-Ni-Nigga like, "How you get racks like this?"
I don't know, bitch, hit the trap
Ni-Ni-Nigga know you can't live like this
'Cause I'm skinny, and you fat
Boy my pockets fat as shit
Got enough money to go buy Saks
Hi-Hit a blitz, i-in the back
Who that in that cut? O-Oh yeah
Steady getting racks? Uh, uh
We-We-Wе gon' take 'em, all of y'all
Ba-Ballin' out the mall, now
Likе 2-4, a ball hog
Kno-Kno-Knock 'em down, they all soft
Co-Co-Come kill all y'all (Yeah, yeah)
[Chorus]
In-In that CLS, go fast
Ge-Ge-Get up bitch, hope I don't crash
Flag a nigga down like where your pass?
Step in first, you leave last
Wa-Wa-Want a verse? Tax his ass
I-I been doing these lil' niggas bad
Let's go Goyard, on my bag
Okay, big Glock in my bag
Pull up, Number (N)ine, bust his ass
Hi-Hi-Hit that boy up, with that mag
I-I got two guns in my pack
I-I get hollow, bitch, off thrax
Niggas they hoes, and thats facts
Finna, go hit up Fairfax (Fairfax)
Nigga fuck yo' brother, hope he die nigga
[Chorus]
In-In that CLS, go fast
Ge-Ge-Geeked up bitch, hope I don't crash
Flag a nigga down like where your pass?
Step in first, you leave last
Wa-Wa-Want a verse? Tax his ass
I-I been doing these lil' nigga bad
Let's go Goyard, on my bag
Okay, big Glock in my bag
Pull up, Number (N)ine, bust his ass
Hi-Hi-Hit that boy up, with that mag
I-I got two guns in my pack
I-I get hollow, bitch, off thrax
Niggas they hoes, and that facts
Finna, go hit up Fairfax (Fairfax)
[Verse]
Don't ever play no opps in my whip
Cu-Cu-Cut it off, that shit wack
Ni-Ni-Nigga like, "How you get racks like this?"
I don't know, bitch, hit the trap
Ni-Ni-Nigga know you can't live like this
'Cause I'm skinny, and you fat
Boy my pockets fat as shit
Got enough money to go buy Saks
Hi-Hit a blitz, i-in the back
Who that in that cut? O-Oh yeah
Steady getting racks? Uh, uh
We-We-Wе gon' take 'em, all of y'all
Ba-Ballin' out the mall, now
Likе 2-4, a ball hog
Kno-Kno-Knock 'em down, they all soft
Co-Co-Come kill all y'all (Yeah, yeah)
[Chorus]
In-In that CLS, go fast
Ge-Ge-Get up bitch, hope I don't crash
Flag a nigga down like where your pass?
Step in first, you leave last
Wa-Wa-Want a verse? Tax his ass
I-I been doing these lil' niggas bad
Let's go Goyard, on my bag
Okay, big Glock in my bag
Pull up, Number (N)ine, bust his ass
Hi-Hi-Hit that boy up, with that mag
I-I got two guns in my pack
I-I get hollow, bitch, off thrax
Niggas they hoes, and thats facts
Finna, go hit up Fairfax (Fairfax)
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