[Verse: Dc2trill]
I came with gas
I came with weed
I came with tree
I came with good lean
I'm a known drank baby
I get high, put it in her spleen
Tell me what they talking 'bout
They ain't talking 'bout no fetti
Imma let her marinate, hit her when she ripe and ready
Pull up in a four-door with no pictures, I ain't talking Getty
"Drank baby, why you such a dog?" You better ask Wesley
Wagyu beef, I'm treating with my people, eating
I put you AMG, but I'm with my heathens
Tell me what the motherfuckin' problem is (Yeah)
Imma tell you where the fuckin' dollars is
Point you where the motherfuckin' robbers is
I got a four up in the soda, don't crack my lid
I need to customize a cap, I'm finna go to Lids
Lil Moe customized your trap, I took over it
She sent a long text, I was over it
I ain't got no time for that petty bitch
That's a headshot with a great assist
Pussy boy shoulda stayed up out the mix
Just got back to the crib, I'm finna prep my kit
Mr. Mister Junior, Mitch a [?]
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