Fuck the stats, I be beatin´ the odds Hittin´ the blunt, it be makin´ me calm Rock the turban just like I´m Saddam
I´ma blow up just like I´m a bomb I´ma leave a lil´ nigga embalmed I´ma put her in Christian Dior Eat a shroom, I´ma pop me a four She gon´ sweep up them racks on the floor (Yeah) Leave a bitch nigga dead on the floor (Yeah) Like Iran we gon´ go straight to war (Yeah) Got the Tesla, this bitch got some torque (Yeah) I just caught me a juug at the state fair I just sent me a bag next day air Need a bad ho, know I´m on the way there She need dick, hold on, I´m on the way there (Yeah) I got ice like a rink, I can skate there
Drop them bands and my dawg, he gon´ off ´em Got a hand like Gervonta, the boxer I´m not Polish, but she want my sausage
Got the drip, I got several sauces Aggravated, the chopper assault ´em Shoot these niggas like pumpkins and carve ´em I got numbers, you know I be cardin´ I got bitches, you know I got Barbies Man, these niggas be pussy, they´d rather hate Gotta drop me some songs, I can´t go on dates I get freaky with info, I stay out late I´ma drink so much Casein and drop a tape I´ma press me a button, then drop the top Nigga play with the gang, we gon´ crop his top Had juice up the Dodge, that shit in the shop Heard they wanted some smoke, so we spin his block I know Arabs like Gazi who give me funding I got white collars sluts and they give me fun and I know KGB people, I´m cool with Russians
I can´t help it, she know that I love the ´tussin I can´t help it, she know that I love to fuck her Burnin´ mamas and plus I be burnin´ Gushers I got shops I don´t wanna block, Andre Drummond She be leakin´ just like a pipe, steady cummin´ Need a hat on your head, nigga, steady cappin´ Want the whole thing, I do not want just a fraction Want your body ´cause that shit there real attractive Want your face ´cause that shit there is real attractive Once you sign to my name, it ain´t no redactin´ I´ma send out them shooters, they gon´ get active I´ma send out them shooters, they get to whackin´ I ain´t doin´ no talkin´, no paragraphin´ I ain´t shakin´ no hands, I ain´t tryna dap you With the butt of this pistol, might have to slap you
Got a ass on the back, I might have to slap it From the jungle, so I use guerrilla tactics I done blew up this year and I´m still cardin´ That pack won an award so I´m overchargin´ Got a M in the bank, I still ride Charger Got a M in the bank but I´m goin´ harder
Fuck the stats, I be beatin´ the odds Hittin´ the blunt, it be makin´ me calm Rock the turban just like I´m Saddam I´ma blow up just like I´m a bomb I´ma leave a lil´ nigga embalmed I´ma put her in Christian Dior Eat a shroom, I´ma pop me a four She gon´ sweep up them racks on the floor (Yeah) Leave a bitch nigga dead on the floor (Yeah) Like Iran we gon´ go straight to war (Yeah) Got the Tesla, this bitch got some torque (Yeah)
I just caught me a juug at the state fair I just sent me a bag next day air Need a bad ho, know I´m on the way there She need dick, hold on, I´m on the way there I got ice like a rink, I can skate there
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