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Bitch, I ate the Perky man, it's fuckin' up my stomach

I stand up on my money, I'm taller and Andre Drummond

We shoot up at the car, so we don't need no coverage

Bro came at me, because I stood with a lil' bitch

You fuckin' with the same hoes, you ain't got no seconds

We shop at all designers, you shop at 7-Eleven

I rocking ye on the shoes, you rock with Sketchers, you got no preference

We got the best aim, if we shoot it in your direction

They fuckin' with the same bitch, cause they some bitches

They shop at Walmart, I shop at Gucci, man, that's a big different

I sent my mans to go and get him, left him with some stitches

He sent a diss, me and the gang, leave you with the fishes

They some hoes, look at my pocket, I'm super wealthy

Got your bitch in backstage, wanna take some selfies

I shoot off and on the court, my handles are like Kyrie

He got cross, I got it on cam, and I know he felt it

Makin' it in this bitch, I'm bout to blow off the map

Try to snatch my shit, I know my broski got the strap

Rockin' heavy metal, bitch, I'm all about that cash

Real pill poppin' shit, all that smoke, is that gas

Fuckin' on that lil' bitch, lil' bitch got a fat ass

20k on some gas, you know I just spent a bag

But a 12 right behind, you know I'ma zoom off fast

Hundred thousand on a V, but my broski still crash

Broski still crash, light reaction, bitch

Talkin' a lot of shit, I know Web but, you don't want action, bitch

I fucked your hoe, in the back, she was suckin' my dick

I was off them blow, you could definitely tell i was off some shit

Go on, tell that shit, full on, rail that bitch

Me and the gang be hittin' licks, we be stealin' shit

Fuckin' on that bitch, and you know I'm always strapped up

I got it on my hips, but that boy keeps on playin

He bout to eat that clip, and you know I don't fuck around

I play around with them sticks, he got no sauce on him

I spelt my drink on him, and it's like I'm playin' defense

I know I got the blitz on him