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I got your bitch in the back like some traffic She keep on pullin' my strings like guitars

I keep on fuckin' on models while poppin' these bottles

I knew I would turn to a star Most of my life I inverted to poetry

Now I'm turnin' my story to bars I got three bitches, they singin' my songs

Man, they tryna whip on this dick like a car Watch how I split shit

And she wanna grind on my dick, do a kickflip I swear I really be buggin', I up shit

Then that is the end of discussion I got the town goin' crazy

I got three kids, I ain't callin' you baby Drivin' around in an old black Mercedes

She wanna drive like Miss Daisy passing' the bag in field like I'm Brady

I got the crack epidemic, no 80's Got hella guns, man, I feel like the Navy

Got something to prove, I can't lose like I'm Baby

She wanna, ride me Can't suck on this dick if you not with that

Sloppy She keep on callin' me papi, yo, mami

Ayy, ayy, ayy I stay goin' hard so they know who we are

From the beginning, I knew I was large Broski been brokey , but low-key

I honestly feel like these niggas be copying We at the top, ain't no toppin' it

Like, baby, I need me some bop in it Don't reach for the bag, there's a glock in it

Yeah, I'm pullin' strings just like a guitar Now I'm in space, I'm from Pluto to Mars

Just like the galaxy, know we some stars This that sauce, ha

Yeah, I know my mama, she proud of me Lookin' like I hit the lottery

Ain't no time for no apologies Yeah, I set the trend so they follow me

Now I'm in space, I'm from Pluto to Mars Just like the galaxy, know we some stars

This that sauce, ha Yeah, I know my mama, she proud of me

Lookin' like I hit the lottery Ain't no time for no apologies

Yeah, I set the trend so they follow me I got your bitch in the back like some traffic

She keep on pullin' my strings like guitars I keep on fuckin' up models while poppin' these bottles

I knew I would turn to a star Most of my life, I inverted to poetry

Now I'm turnin' my story to bars I got three bitches, they singin' my songs

Man, they tryna whip on his dick like a car Watch how I split shit

And she wanna grind on my dick, do a kickflip That's why I really be buggin

I up shit, then that is the end of discussion I got the town goin' crazy

I got three kids, I ain't callin' you baby Drivin' around in an all-black Mercedes

She wanna drive like Ms. Daisy Passin' the bag in the field like I'm Brady

I got the crack epidemic, no 80's Got hella guns, man, I feel like the Navy

Got somethin' to prove I can't lose like I'm Baby

She wanna rob me Can't suck on this dick if you not with that sloppy

She keep on callin' me papi Yo, mami, ay, ay, ay

Ay, ay, ay, ay