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[Verse 1]
When it come to the bitches
I got too much options
Run around and stop shit
Chanelly, yeah, I cop it
I know what my best song is and I think that this gon’ top it
I got his location, yeah, we stop at his crib and we rob it
She thought that I was broke so then I showed her what she wanted
After that she begged that we could make our own Adonis
Thought that I was Keem the way I asked her if she honest
I been making shots on shots on shots, like my name Giannis
Huh, I’m makin’ more money than I ever did (Ever did)
Have I ever folded? No, I never did (Never did)
Fuckin’ that bitch, think she Evelyn (Evelyn)
We not gon’ be friends if you sell again

[Verse 2]
I do not fuck with the basics
I just be rockin’ advanced
He just be coppin’ the Asics
He do a fake money dance
I do not need a new Tonka
I got a new one today
I do not need a new Tonka
I got a new one today
Yuh, I just be on a new damn episode, y’all still on the pilot
I drive a SRT, the mileage, can’t even get behind it
Bad bitch wanna fuck me in the rangey, she be like Kevin Spacey
12 wanna run up on me and taze me, they can’t even chase me
He don’t wanna play, I got that big choppa (Choppa, choppa)
Tell me that I’m broke, tell that to my papa (Papa, papa)
Sellin’ all that merch, ‘bout to start a pop-up (Pop-up, pop-up)
New girl wanna link, she got that big bopper (Bopper, bopper)
I do not fuck with the freeloads
They just be fuckin’ my friends
I want it bad like Nigo
Wonder when this gon’ end
People say I got a ego
But they charge for feats
Yeah, my fans gon’ eat
Yeah, my fans gon’ eat

[Verse 3]
Make her do that fuckin’ dance
She gon’ reach inside my pants
Give a fuck about his rants
We won’t give no second chance
Triple plus movement
Triple plus movement
Triple plus movement
Triple plus movement
We always adding new shit, so why not add some more?
Made a song about her, found out she a whore, gimmie score, what you for?
I actually rap unlike you autotune bitches
I could name a few collectives who ain’t touching riches
We been makin’ dope, yeah, we cook up in the kitchen
They call me the Genie cause I’m grantin’ all they wishes
He wrote that song and he call it a freestyle
He took off her thong and she on that knee style
Hat on his head, bet that dude is named Kyle
I be doin’ the most, bitch, I go the extra mile, uh
I do not motherfuckin’ fake it
You gotta motherfuckin’ take shit
I’mma go motherfuckin’ make it
You got a job, You rake shit
I make shit and they like it
I got a bitch, she quiet
And she go on a diet
And she go on a diet