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Uh, too high cant feel nun

Lil hoe wanna feel sum

He a bitch he aint kill nun

Ride that switch, its gon kill sum

Stack up the bread, yeah the bills coming

Bro off the addy, he geeked up

My bitch a ten, you can keep her

Niggas they lame they can't keep up

Ride with that fye yeah the

Ride with that fye, yeah the heater

These niggas stuck on the bleachers

I spent a band on a t-shirt

But I make more bread than a teacher

Ima just fuck her then leave her

Pack in the mail had to re-up

I flew in that bitch with no visa

you dont fuck with the strings attached, me neither

I just, poured up a six, you could get hit

I count the hundreds and fifties, I can't feel my fingers

Whole lotta racks in my pocket like god damn shit got bigger

I put the rocks in my wrist, yeah that's eliante nigga

Whole lotta bitches that dubbed me tryn spin back

Laugh to the bank this shit funny bitch I'm counting racks up

When I pull out that fye it's no calling for backup

Uh, too high cant feel nun

Lil hoe wanna feel sum

He a bitch he aint kill nun

Ride that switch, its gon kill sum

Stack up the bread, yeah the bills coming

Bro off the addy, he geeked up

My bitch a ten, you can keep her

Niggas they lame they can't keep up

Ride with that fye yeah the

Ride with that fye, yeah the heater

These niggas stuck on the bleachers

I spent a band on a t-shirt

But I make more bread than a teacher

Ima just fuck her then leave her

Pack in the mail had to re-up

I flew in that bitch with no visa

You dont fuck with the strings attached, me neither