[Verse 1: Trap$tarMula]
Mula [?] and I'm subtractin'
I know they gon' hate to see my truck, I'm gettin' some Track shit
[?] write a book 'bout how I left her in the past tense
Me and gang ballin' in LA like Reggie Jackson

[Verse 2: Kankan]
I could write a book, yeah, how we get that bag then add it
Runnin' through drank, that's something we havin'
That boy a ho, yeah, that nigga be flaggin'
He got that ho but the gang, we been had it, yeah
AMG, yeah, with the top down, yeah, this [?] take five rounds
She [?], sippin' codeine, yeah
I put his ho in Celine, yeah, you bought her some pink
Ayy, she wanna sip all my drank, yeah, might fly to the A
Nigga know that we ridin' in the wraith, yeah, ridin' wit' a drac'
Uh, yeah, uh, ayy, nigga, yeah, since day one, yeah, I stayed the same
Redeye Hellcat, nigga, it switch lanes, yeah
I just fucked this ho, I don't even know her name

[Verse 3: Trap$tarMula]
Yeah, she just [?], she was from Spain, yeah
I got drank in my cup Kurt Cobain
I hope my brothers stay one thousand wit' me and remain the same
I can name a couple reasons why she say you lame
I let her taste codeine bubbles like it's champagne
Fuck I look like if I don't come out in first place
We pullup [?] nigga, [?] like hurricanes
We pullup [?] nigga, [?] like hurricanes
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