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[Chorus]
And just smoke on Doja
S-s-sol'-sol', ride 'round with my soldier (Soldier, soldier, soldier)
Big-ass pockets like boulders (Yeah)
New Moncler bipolar
Alyx bag hang on my shoulder (Yeah, yeah)
I'ma tell her come over
Yo' sick-ass sippin' on Yoda
I hope CC gon' blow up (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I ain't lookin for closure
Nigga talk down, we dispose him (Boop)
I'm tryna shoot out the whole gym (Yeah)

[Verse]
Bitch niggas don't get they roses, break a leg like D' Rose then
Semi-auto kill a whole jit, yeah, we smokin yo' top five
Young nigga don't got mob tiеs, plenty bitches in my hot ride
CC finna cop a high risе, so many unwanted souls
AR-15 buss shit though (Yeah)
Bitch, I'm up out in Dutch wit' a ho
Think I'm finna up a cup on this ho
Nigga so sus', think it's something we don't know
Yeah, got a switch on the blade, 'cause we cut throat
No, no, never cuffin' no cuck ho
I just be smokin on Enzo's (Enzo's)
I'm tryna fuck on yo' friend though
Plenty bullets in FN though
Niggas, I'll never defend them
And the room filled with some tension
4 A.M. in this session, yeah
Set, set, set, what you reppin'?
Yeah, feel like I'm ahead of them
Oxy' keep my head up, niggas aimin' at ya head top
Tell these niggas get they mans up, I just smoke so many dead opps'
Niggas dyin' by FN though, fifteen trappin' out the bando
These niggas had they shot, but it jammed though
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