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[Verse 1: Choirboy]
Don’t hit my line less theres money on it
You got that fine
I’ll go dummy on it
Cats is eyeing mine lie in line out the line try and shine buying time but ain’t grind that shit funny don’t it
If we ain’t talking money then we don’t talk
Bad boy don’t stop
(?) blurry brain bring back no thot leave them on the sidewalk gonna need more (?)
(?) bitch
More guap no swap never switch
No guap then that line go clicc
No guap then that line go clicc

[Hook]
No emotion when you hit me on the trap phone
Get the picture no emoji’s on the trap phone
Know we going gasoline until the pacc shows
With the bitches no emoji on the trap phone

[Verse 2: Ouija]
I somersault the blocc like jeez louise
Shawty chirp me from the corner when ya see it believe
I’ve been smoking snorting drank and looking (?)
That hoe said who the fucc is he its Ouija wee in the streets
Okay its Ouija and I spell it with the O I stole from O goddamn
Hit me for the pacc and yes I got you for the low goddamn
Holy fuccing Moly no emojis in my phone goddamn this that motorolley we got’ speak (?)
My psycho therapist narcissistic hoe goddamn
All I wanna do is swag and fucc on (?) goddamn
Tore my heart yesterday I’m icy fuccing cold goddamn
No emo- no mo goddamn
I’m juggin’ from this hoe goddamn

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Yung Xela]
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