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[Verse 2: Lucy Bedroque]
Super fishy, fishy, this bitch fishy, uh
She want pull up to the crib, and crib it shit get wicked, wicked
Wicked, heard yo’ tape, straight crickets, yah
2024 music, new snippets, uh
Getting high, whippets, uh
In the kitchen whippin’ some
Open west, shits still on my face, still watch me kick this
Watch me get to business, full body my fitness
Up the test I still got my fye, they gon witness
IS300 my ride I stay with this uh
Lil boy should not down the ride, get the grippers
They be [?] must got sickle cell
Tryna get a grip I’m on the thots cuz’ they thick as shit