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[Intro]
Yeah, yeayeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I think I might be happy
Hold on, yeah, yeah (My nigga MooXe)
Yeayeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Rich Gang!)

[Verse]
G-g, G-g-g-g-gangsta to the core
We killing everything, ain't even sparing the dog (Yeah)
Ain't pulling out for nothing, I'm giving it to em raw (Yuh)
Imma need all of my credit, I give em a crash course
All you heard was, "Papa, don't hurt me no more" (Bow bow)
And my SSET like Beyblades, we spin and break off (Grrrt)
Look a pussy in the eyes then eat his face off (Swea)
I'm the nigga they all dispise, [?] cook it with my sauce (Whoop, whoop, whoop)
And I'm rollin, whole SSET rollin, hear my stomach grumbling
Neck frozen, told her to come, I'm tryna eat somethin (Whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop)
Pink pony, rope [?], throw a lasso on her (Ch'yeah)
Draco on the [?] on her, put a couple lashes on her (Let's get it)
Get your hair did, and feet did, depending on how you act, lil mama
Fuck round, get your teeth did, if you bite it while you suck it, mama
Call me Mr. Lova Lova, fuck em way worse than my pop, lil mama
We throw all the shots and watch you duck, then leave you with a [?] (Whoa whoa whoa whoa)
Walk in like the man, finger on the trigger
Got money in my pocket, I'm a 430 nigga (Whoa, whoa)
Count a hundred bands, with these trigger fingers
This shit bigger than the bird, but it just got bigger (A-ah)
Now let me take you to the neck of the woods in my hood, show you what them birds flapping like, yeah
Show you what them birds flapping like
Dope dealing, cap peeling, guns blamming like