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Lil bro went on a run, he put a button on every gun

I pop out trunk like every time, they know that I'm a don

Slime, he up inside the back, he bangin' fire, clutchin' a gun

Bitch, I'm that rapper, dude, that's you that you, you know I get it done

Pop out trunk like every time, they know I'm from the west side

My bitches sluts, they all dyin', you hit my bitch, she not mine

He tried to run from him, he ain't make it far

I told him park the car and let me hop out, I'm finna spark

Hey, don't make me pull your car, I'm young and turnt, bitch, hide your bra

You tryna hit with me, know why, I be meetin' me at Nemo Park

These niggas tryna cop out, they only pop out when it's dark

We got stinky Glocks, for real, feel like I'm Brent when I pop out

One by the drawer, I hit him 12-side, you know that I'm bout to drop

I think we head-toppin', hard beaters, niggas actin' like I'm Randy Ross

She said, that little bitch don't cut hair, I said, that shit a chopper

Outside, hangin' out the window, I step on shit and my idea's Chateau

I just wanna head the shot and keep your legs closed

Fountain in the back, inside the woods, we call him Eggroll

Lil' bro went on the run, he put a bun on every gun

I pop out trunk like every time, they know that I'm a dime

Slime, he up inside the back, he bangin' five, punchin' a gun

Bitch, on that rapper, dude, that's you, that's you, you know I get it done

Pop out trunk like every time, they know I'm from the West Side

My bitches sluts, they all dime, you hear my beat, she not mine

He tried to run from him, he ain't make it far

I told him park the car and let me hop out, I'm finna spark

Got birds inside of here, my bitches, yeah, they ten

Look, ten mil', they tried to sell me for a hundred, yeah

I need like five M's, in the coupe, peanut butter inside

Like M&M's, I'm smokin' black, cause, bitch, I'm still on paper

It's not the 25th, but we pop out with red and green lasers

Your tracks are very slim, thinkin' you gon' take the whole label

Bitch, I'm really here, my cop a car with zero mileage

With some pink paper, I'ma bop it every chance I get

I got exotic guns, designer sketch, I got designer drugs

All in my police Xanax, you gon' keep me livin

These n****s dyin' to buy some rocks, I'm dressin' up like college props

I been silent during every stealth, exotic got me top shelf

Lil' bro went on the run, he put a bun on every gun

High-five my truck, like every time, they know that I'm from the Dunn

Slime, he up inside the back, he bangin' fire, clutchin' a gun

Bitch, on that rapper, dude, that's you, that's you, you know I get it done

Outside, hangin' out the window

Outside, hangin' out the window

Lil' bro went on the run, he put a bun on every gun

High-five my truck, like every time

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