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I'm in the zone right now, I can't come to the phone right now

Lil Bih get hold down, Lil bih, Lil Bih get hold down

I'm in the zone right now, I can't come to the phone right now

You talk all that shit, better pick up your lip

I walk with a limp cause I carry the stick

I can't keep em up off my body

I'm the shit, that is legit

Just keepin' that shit up in check

If it's bout money, You coming correct

Got a hit man dropping' bodies on the floor, you know he gotta go collect

Mob Shit, cut the top off the Vette

Like the fast cars wheels spin

I got hella rolls Baby Girl, I can really show you how to break a band

Milita shit, how we strapped in the van

Four Trucks deep when we riding event

I got your rent, ands it rollie my wrist

Talkin' too much, you get hit in the chin

What that shit, it's a bin

If we ride out, it's gon' be four am

I know the cops ain't ridin, I ain't hidin

Shawty too high, to spin on the block then

I like your titties, we'll take off your top then

And I just run with the motherfuckin' mob, yeah

If I want that, I'ma rob that

Don't do no muhfuckin green, only go wock in my cup

Just stay to beanin, stay up

Yeah, I keep that shit tucked

Yeah, I'ma bust

Yeah, bitch, you go fuckin' run

Yeah, bitch, ain't fun

Love my hoe, she dirty, yeah

Love my hoe, she dirty, yeah

And I keep my 30, yeah

Shoot that bih like, Curry, yeah

Want my money like a track race

Want my money like a track race

If you broke, we can't relate

If you broke, we can't relate

Chop up the foes, keep up the plate

Chop up the foes, keep up the plate

I don't wanna waste my time

I don't do no dates

I just chop that dope like you can take it for a race

You can love me, baby, good before I love you, please

Ain't you like the way I smell

You like the way I taste

I'm a fly-ass nigga, fly-ass nigga

I'm a fly-ass nigga, young-ass nigga

Rich-ass nigga, yeah, he get me

Pop me a million, I pop me a bag

This shit ain't nothin

All these niggas, they fuckin' pussy

I see all blood

All my motherfuckin' shooters, they ready

They done hop up the truck

I got money, I got trampoline

I make your shit jump

Bih go swallow the mothfuckin' nut, Cause I know what's up

If you see them shooters, yeah

They came out the cut