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[Intro]
Ha-haha-ha-haha
Beep, beep, beep (P-pss, boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop)
What's up? Pfft, yeah (What? Hol' up, hol' up), yeah
[Chorus]
They pull up and get murked, hol' up
I was just coughin' on syrup, yeah
Two times, made that swerve (What? What?)
I'm in the Creek like, ''What’s the word?'' (Yeah)
I spent fifteen for some Percs
S-Spent a lil' fifteen, did that work (Beep, beep, beep)
I done kissed my fuckin' cup, spilt the red all on my shirt
New Al—, shh, now that shit dirt
I was in the back-seat countin' up Percs, yeah
Givenchy shirt, I buy all that swag, that cryin' shit don't hurt, yeah
I don't know, yeah, yeah, yeah (I don't know, yeah)
Opiates fucked my mind up
That lil' bih' can't get designer
I was in London fuckin' 'em pounds up, yeah, yeah, yeah (Beep, beep)
Fuckin' 'em pounds up, yeah
Fuckin' her mouth up, huh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Fuckin' her mouth up (What?)
Trap cost like twenty bands (What? What?)
We gon' shoot like twenty men (Yeah)
Nigga, we just like it that (Yeah)
Hit them .56 on they ass
Ha-haha-ha-haha
Beep, beep, beep (P-pss, boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop)
What's up? Pfft, yeah (What? Hol' up, hol' up), yeah
[Chorus]
They pull up and get murked, hol' up
I was just coughin' on syrup, yeah
Two times, made that swerve (What? What?)
I'm in the Creek like, ''What’s the word?'' (Yeah)
I spent fifteen for some Percs
S-Spent a lil' fifteen, did that work (Beep, beep, beep)
I done kissed my fuckin' cup, spilt the red all on my shirt
New Al—, shh, now that shit dirt
I was in the back-seat countin' up Percs, yeah
Givenchy shirt, I buy all that swag, that cryin' shit don't hurt, yeah
I don't know, yeah, yeah, yeah (I don't know, yeah)
Opiates fucked my mind up
That lil' bih' can't get designer
I was in London fuckin' 'em pounds up, yeah, yeah, yeah (Beep, beep)
Fuckin' 'em pounds up, yeah
Fuckin' her mouth up, huh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Fuckin' her mouth up (What?)
Trap cost like twenty bands (What? What?)
We gon' shoot like twenty men (Yeah)
Nigga, we just like it that (Yeah)
Hit them .56 on they ass
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