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Uh, uh

'Member it was one weapon, brodie pass me the gun

'Member it was one weapon, brodie pass me the gun

Clip full of hot shit, I might pass him the sun

In Balenciaga runners, it's the fashion for her

In the middle of the summer, but the chain make it brr

But the chain make it ice

She a baddie in the rain, I might take me a bite

King size, lil' baby, I ain't playin' for no tikes

Get the rock and then I pass, I'm a dog, bitch, I'm Mike

I'ma ball, bitch, I might

I might run me up a hundred thousand dollars off a bean

I might catch a nigga lackin', send some hollows to his bean

I might fuck a nigga bitch, and have her riding for my team

In the field like the Eagles, go green

Go

Go

Go

Flyer than that nigga in my dreams

Even if we relatives, you never seen him in these jeans

Chrome Hearts, seen the ice, it completely froze her

Just because you heard we fuckin', that don't mean I know her

Big cash, I'm tryna get the big racks, I'm havin' it

Big tits with a big ass, and I'm clappin' it

Big clip hit his fat ass, cause he was blabberin

Big shit leave a fat ass lil' nigga staggerin

S-s-s-stutterin'

You can't hear it cause she mutterin

She said she love this dick cause daddy deeper than a submarine

She said you added inches, don't get it, but that's the sum of it

The difference is I doubled the money and now I'm runnin' shit

'Member it was one weapon, brodie pass me the gun

Clip full of hot shit, I might pass him the sun

In Balenciaga runners, it's the fashion for her

In the middle of the summer, but the chain make it brr

But the chain make it ice

She a baddie in the rain, I might take me a bite

King size, lil' baby, I ain't playin' for no tikes

Get the rock and then I pass, I'm a dog, bitch, I'm Mike

I'ma ball, bitch, I might

I'm a ball hog, I ain't passin' shit, I got the ball

Baby, take your drawers off, show you how this motherfucker fall

Goin' raw dog, all you see is clients in my call log

Called off, I'ma run this shit up till I fall off

Sawed-off, blow a motherfucker top off

I take the top off, I got her riding wit her crop off

I make the top fall, I feel like Tyson in a box off

I make the box office, makin' movies with a top broad

Damn, I just feel like I don't really get a lot of praise

I had fifty to my name, now it's pounds comin' in

Standin' ten toes, trappin' on the roads, making ends meet

You can miss me

Bitch nigga on my line sayin' he gon' catch me

But his brother in the ground, ain't that nigga resting

I been really on my grind, but I'm never rusty

She was lookin' up and down, now she tryna fuck me

Guess I'm lucky

Touch me, baby, trust me

I was really on the line, this shit could get ugly

Lawyer said it's lookin' bad, they could never judge me

And I've been on a run, they know how I'm comin' with this shit

We got bowls in, makin' cookies crumble in this bitch

See em posted, we gon' make it thunder in this bitch

Hit the road then, I ain't really stressing bout it, sis

I'ma hurt your feelings, hit your brother with a switch

'Member it was one weapon, brodie pass me the gun

Clip full of hot shit, I might pass him the sun

In Balenciaga runners, it's the fashion for her

In the middle of the summer, but the chain make it brr

But the chain make it ice

She a baddie in the rain, I might take me a bite

King size, lil' baby, I ain't playin' for no tikes

Get the rock and then I pass, I'm a dog, bitch, I'm Mike

I'ma ball, bitch, I might