Yea yea yeah
That thing glued to me
Beatdemons in yo ear
Yeah

I'm clutching the beyblade the way I let my gun rip
I was just on pissy mattress practicing a front flip
Now I pull my stick up out this pouch I call it fundip
Took a risk and gained a lot that gamble got me dumb rich

Asked her what she's on she said some paper that make both of us
I came up out that dirty by myself niggas wasn't coaching us
This drank ain't round a clip talking wockesha we can toast it up
I might get a little facial from your bae to help me sober up
The city claim lil quin the one, lowkey that shit honoring
And any nigga play bound to get his issue I can promise you
I just hit yo chick and now I'm dipping likе a condiment
She came to comе swallow cause the condo look astonishing
Baby K came with some breast to flex should of did modeling
Ain't just for some neck she asked for sex I won't acknowledge you
Popped a Percocet just for the stress and woke up vomiting (Damn)
New Balenci runners look like guns I be vibing em
Know we in the fields like some linemen how we tackle blocks
New cartier this forty one double M look like a apple watch
Known to sit em down just like a lounge we out here passing shots
Why you at the crib sitting on your ass you want a bag or not?
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