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Yeah, bitch I got it out the muscle

You can shake my hand but I don't trust you

Back up, fuck all of that talking I won't touch you

Imma shoot, then imma look for all the ones that love you

I'm a dog

Pit Bull, Rottweiler

Yo ho wanna pet me then neck me, she a top slider

Hit her from the back got her ass walking lopsided

When I hit she go up up, that's a pop flyer

I be in my groove feelin cool but don't start fire

Cause I'll put a halt to ya moves like a popped tire

I don't stop at stop signs or red lights when I'm sliding

I be on go, fuck the law I don't abide by em

She be on hoe, I ain't mad cause I'm a hoe too

Slut me out babygirl cause I'll fuck the whole crew

Quarantine got me feelin thirsty what that mouth do

Baby girl I'm grown straight to it what about you

I be on some cool shit

Maybe on some tool shit

Fresh up out the gym lookin swole, post a cool flick

She sending me nude pics

Her last nigga losing

Cause I'm looking at her like how could you lose this

Baby so bad, Mike Jack no homo

Fuck her good she giving free promo

Letting all her friends know

How I beat it in the backseat of the bimmer

Kitty so good I'm feeling like I need to tip her

Like she a stripper, and she a dime

I grabbed a quarter she my twister

It's pearled everytime

Since I hit she got thicker, make her work everytime

Stretching shawty out she say it hurt everytime

And she roll turn her hoe up then she dip

If it's war I'm a soldier, I show up and empty clips

If it's all about a dollar then I'm wit all of that shit

And I stay wit all the drip, might put Dior on ya bitch

Shawty tryna steal my closet, baby you is not slick

I hit twice and you got two hoodies out the crib

Won't be a third time

Three strikes you out, I get big amounts

I spend time wit these women in real slim amounts

I spend time flipping digits tryna figure my shit out

I'd be lying if I said I didn't start without some doubt

But I can't doubt myself now

Got a bit of wealth now

Really on my shit bitch I never need no help now

Slid my mom some racks but she don't need them shits either

Business going smoove but I'm like fuck it go buy Jada sneakers

Smoove on his shit, get on beats and I lose it

I been going crazy, going stupid yeah

On some real shit I just want a baddie

Yeah I got one but two would make me happy

I can't please everyone, truthfully and sadly

When it's all said and done I bet I feed the family

Baby girl can a nigga hit it in the morning

I be stressed out so right now I need some more head

I be tryna hit every night cause you ain't boring

Every time you buss I be feeling like I'm scoring yeah

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