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[Intro]
Yeah Yeah Uh Yeah Uh Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah

[Verse 1]
Big Glock big Mac we gone pop that boy just like a Tic-Tac
30 on my pants gone push your shit back
Aye we gone snap him up just like a Kit-Kat
Aye can't come to this party took this kick back (Nah Nah)
Can't fuck with no thotty with no nick nack
Aye lil bitch think that she special I can't pick that
Pussy boy just tried to get up better sit back
One of my IRL just hit me up he begging for some money
Last year I was down bad on my ass a nigga was so bummy
I had got VVS diamonds now they looking sunny
Sipping Lean and Trizzy and now it's going up in my tummy

[Verse 2]
Imma be a Tesla boy yeah i just won a race
Bitch shit my phone up she talking rip this bitch stay up in your Place
Give the choppa's up they spraying sting your body like some Mace
For your kick back to the Columbine we shooting up this place

[Verse 3]
1234 bands like my money up my house I spend it on some LV Pants
Heard you working on Mickey D's you frying fries and flipping Pans
Niggas ucky like some bitches man I swear ya'll be some trans
Like Dababy brought my brothers in cause I don't need no Friends
Like I'm being not no pedophile but all my bitches 10's
All my pockets who look dubs and high you pockets got 10's
And the room is not the stu do what I what and what I can
I swear ya'll niggas bitches stack my money in a couple months I Swear that's Rags to Riches
Choppa bullets eat his body up I swear that it's not tushes
Say you Pirus 2 months ago I swear that you said you crippin
How the fuck you claim your switching
Man ya'll niggas ain't from trenches

[Verse 4]
I might pour a 4 in a fucking four
I've been getting money spend it racks once or more
You know you a foe you is not the bro
If we up the oppresion then I know he gone fold