The low reefuh

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[Chorus]
Runtz for the low
Lets go behind a pole bitch, uh
Know how that go
Wrist on froze yeah
White hoe sippin' on cognac
ARP I'm blowin' that
Moncler coat, a soldier
My lil' cousin knowin' that
Fat pockets
My lil' snapper shoot that bitch like he on the rockets
And the plug OG, he damn well the socket
Bugs bitch stop it
Fuck the beef, drop it
Bust those, drop kick

[Verse]
I got a question, how is you 30 and jobless?
I took his hoe to the tropics
I guess I'm a trendin' topic
Your hoe at the crib tryna top it
AI brains this fuck's robotic
Their not gang, it's no hobby
Blowin' OG
I pour two, fours, word to Kobe
I was sick, down up on my dick
Turn off in the mix
Folks is tryna hit, bloody fist
Laser beam he a starter kit
I need a Grammy or something you making assumptions but I'm not part of it

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