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[Chorus]
Fat racks like Pumba, I'm just tryna slide through
Big K with a ruler, broke nigga wearin' Puma
Suit and tie, just to shoot ya, boom-bap, move over
Lame niggas always assuming, bullets just fuck up ya medulla (Che on the beat)
In that Scat, 'Cat, I'm moving, lil' bitch say my voice soothing
Someone tryna walk, cool then
All my niggas really boolin', all my niggas really doin' shit
Too turnt sippin' deuces, too broke, bro, you too lame
Benz truck, I'm in two lanes oh, it's beef? Then let's get to it
Money, nigga running through it
Dumb racks, shit stupid, condo, shit ruthless
Bitches tell me, "I want two kids", I just tell her, "I want to hit"
I'm just tryna see you cruise shit

[Verse]
I'm just tryna see you, yeah, I'm just tryna see your eyes roll back
Bitch just wanna fuck me, I know that
Break her back, she need a chiroprac'
Pop a Xanax now, I'm so sad
KEL-TEC finna catch a toe tag
Face fuck her, then I give her throat back
Spin a nigga like a culdesac
Fuck a nigga up, what you know about that?
I be sippin’ drop, gettin’ so fat
It's a code red, it's a code red
I don't gotta leave, where the cone at?
I don't gotta leave, where your home at?
No apologies, where your dome at?
Stepping on shit like a door mat
I got three phones, don't know where my phone at
Bentley truck, yeah-yeah, bitch so fat (Three phones, three phones, yeah)
Kickback, now I'm feelin' so sad (Three phones, three phones, yeah)
Bitch want a Perc', where her nose at? (Three phones, three phones, yeah)
I ain't fuck with her, I don't know that (Three phones)
Bullets hit him up, where his ho at?
And I'ma serve 'em up 'cause you're at your low
All my bitches gotta get my name tatted
Everybody know that I'm a Perc' addict