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[Intro]
(Hey, [?])
(Hello)

[Verse 1: JUGGBOI$TICKI]
Hi-Tech glisten, your bitch [?]
[?], the flow is drizzlin'
Look in my eyes, baby, you the [?]
Love spells on that bitch, catch ‘em with precision
The way I work my fuckin' wrist, you would think I work in kitchen
[?] true love, hoe, [?]
I'm off too many Xans, I can't even remember
[?], I'm flyin' 'round my room, so I'm not [?]
No, I'm not [?], no, I'm not [?]
Yeah, no, no, no
No, I'm not [?], no, I'm not [?]
You know what I'm sayin', man

[Bridge: Hi-C]
Okay, yung Hi-C, man, just got off the plane in Tokyo, man
Nigga— Nigga spent 500 yen, you know what I'm sayin'
[?], you know what I'm sayin', [?] (Evisu)

[Verse 2: Hi-C]
Lets have a sleepover
Get some bad bitches up, lets come over
Gettin' real high, damn, I hate bein' sober
Syrup smokin' loud, call me Hi-C the stoner
Porsche two-door and I'm ridin' with thе toaster
Vivienne hеad to toe, twin Glocks and a holster
You my number one fan, got my CD’s and my posters
Fucked her one time and I won't even post her