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100k on my wrist,

Told that bitch to pipe down.

When I'm on my shit, make these niggas quit.

Hit the bass like a whip, now we swerving all these lanes

Like it's nothing, when a nigga pull up.

I pull out my Glock, then I shoot that shit.

I'm an educated nigga with some foolish drip.

Pull up slick, I ain't playin' no games, l'm straight up legit.

Breaking down all these hoes, 'cause I don't know which is which.

Shooting niggas, causing some pollution like

I'm Taylor Swift.

Money talks, so I let the cash speak my mind.

Ice on my wrist, I got these niggas going blind.

When I pull up to the scene, I'm fuckin' hard to find.

When a nigga talk shit, I might need to grind.

Molly on the side of my double cup.

Pull up on you bitch, then I fuck her up.

Oh shit, I might need to flex up, bands on that hoe, huh.

I might need to pull my Glock on that hoe, uh.

I might have to ice my wrist, make 'em cold, yeah.

Stackin' up these bands, I ain't ever fold, nah.

Stayin' strapped, keep it low, never slip, nah.

Nah they talkin' out of line, they gon' trip, Money talk uh,

I ain't quit nah.

So better stop that shit, lil' hoe.

I might fuck around and kill you, niggas, hoe.

100k on my wrist,

Told that bitch to pipe down.

When I'm on my shit, make these niggas quit.

Hit the bass like a whip, now we swerving all these lanes

Like it's nothing, when a nigga pull up.

I pull out my Glock, then I shoot that shit.