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You know what it is
You hear that? Huh?
Trippie
Bitch, we out here

Yeah

Fourteen hundred thousand degrees, now I´m outta here (Haan)
Pour a four or five of the lean, now I´m outta here (Haan)
Yeah, just popped me a bean, now I´m outta here (Haan)
Put a bad bitch in Celine, now she outta here (Haan)
Pockets stuffed up, evergreen, boy, we outta here (Haan)
If she ain´t for the whole team, get her outta here (Haan)
I won´t tuck tail (Tail), G shit for real (Real)
Got the streets on lock, bitch, I could never fail

I give her hell, huh, then I get Chanel, huh
Hit her with that wand, huh, now she under my spell, huh
Feel like James Bond, No. 9 for my smell
And my big slime, RSG, got clientele
Mansion in the dark, I´ma park and make a film
Fuck her from the back, aw shit, I´m really him
I don´t fuck with niggas, bitch, yeah, I feel like Zim
I don´t fuck with niggas, shit, that´s because I´m him

Fourteen hundred thousand degrees, now I´m outta here
Pour a four or five of the lean, now I´m outta here

Yeah, just popped me a bean, now I´m outta here
Put a bad bitch in Celine, now she outta here
Pockets stuffed up, evergreen, boy, we outta here
If she ain´t for the whole team, get her outta here
I won´t tuck tail, huh, G shit for real, uh
Got the streets on lock, bitch, I could never fail

(Montana)
Trappin´, you could tell, hit me on the cell (Ring)
Rollin´ like I lost a case, bitch, I´m on the pill (Ayy)
G shit for real, Coke Boy for real
Young boy trappin´, made a mansion off a scale
Young boy on the drill, coach him like I´m Phil (Fah-fah)

Got the block on fire like them cribs up in the Hills (Woo)
What she thought? Threw a eighth up in the twenty, now she outta here
Sellin´ snow, Perkies, pink, mushrooms, gummies, bitch, we outta here (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Fucked the bitch, I take half, told her come and get a stop (Woo)
Fill her belly with that stuff, get her titties, tummy tucked
You can find me in the cut, that rap money ain´t enough (Woo)
Blew a hundred like it´s nothin´, ´nother twenty in the duffle, huh?

Fourteen hundred thousand degrees, now I´m outta here

Pour a four or five of the lean, now I´m outta here
Yeah, just popped me a bean, now I´m outta here
Put a bad bitch in Celine, now she outta here
Pockets stuffed up, evergreen, boy, we outta here
If she ain´t for the whole team, get her outta here
I won´t tuck tail, huh, G shit for real, uh
Got the streets on lock, bitch, I could never fail