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[Intro]
(che on the beat)

[Chorus]
Yeah, tell 'em, "I ain't pullin' up, bitch"
Then she got the bread for me
Then she got a band for me (I ain't pullin' up)
Yeah, tell her, "I ain't pullin' up, bitch"
Then she got the neck for me
Talkin' to his dead homies
Yo' ass bailed on me, bitch
I know a couple motherfuckers fled on me (Yeah, yeah)
Yo' ho fuck for cash only, damn
So why you pop a tag on me? Ayy (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse]
I'm rockin' with it, uh, I'm rockin' with it, uh
I'm rockin' with the swag, rockin' with it
This lil' ho want her some Prada linen
I really ducked them both up out that limit
This bitch popped my shit, no kill
They fuckin' on her in my city
He want a promo, boy, that's it
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That lil' ho tryna fuckin' get lit
I smoke real loud, you don't even gotta listen
Smoke good loud, like, ho, I'm chillin'