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937, Forest Lane, you know what I do

I got crazy motion nigga, don't know who to choose (What)

I ain't blue, but your bitch, yeah, she be showing clues

All these bitches in my pocket watching how I move

I don't need no bitch my nigga, I don't need it

Fucked your bitch from the back now she runnin' like a cheetah (Yop)

Dropped that nigga on his neck, I'm feeling like Batista (Tshh)

Everything in the book, she a bop, hoe, and a treesha (Yuh)

Rolled your nigga in the wood, yeah, we smokin' on reefa

Pull up on your bitch and you know that she is a eater (A eater)

Pull up on your bitch and you know that I have to link her (Link her)

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I don't need no bitch my nigga, I don't need no text back (What)

She gon' pull up to my crib, turn around and it go smack (What, yeah)

I don't need a bitch lil' nigga, all these hoes, yeah, they be whack (Yeah)

And it's Tolby on the come up, lil' nigga, that's a fact (Yeah)

Ridin' with the pole and you know that bitch go fap (Fye, Fye)

Hold on, I had to hit her from the back (Yup)

I hit that shit day and night because it sound just like Mac (Damn)

Freaky bitch, you know she fuck me when I'm mad (Hold On)

I ain't Nicki but my pockets they be seeing green

Hit a bitch and she felt it in her spleen

Like my bitches crazy, we be fuckin' off the bean

Pussy bald, yeah I hit it, Mr. Clean

Bouncer let us in the club with pole because he know us

You know my shit, I had to switch the fuckin' flow up (Bitch)

Mix that dark and light up in the party, I'm finna throw up

Stupid bitch, I'm with the gang and yeah, you know us