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[Verse 1: che]
Switch up like a blade, boy (Blade, boy)
He gon' lose his life, he ain't finna get caught, in no maze, boy (Maze, boy)
This bitch chew on dick, like doggy (Grr), chew up on a play-toy (Play, toy)
Bro got the Gen-5, I don't want G-19, let's trade, boy (Trade, boy)
We gon' spin they block, spin somethin' just like Beyblade, boy
Yeah, I chase a bag, but my name Che, yo' ass is cheddar, boy
Cop a change of clothes, but I can't change, no, I can't change, boy (Change, boy)
Yeah, your son dick-ride, your son dick-ride, man, that shit gay, boy
Niggas been the realest, shit, ever sincе they made Gameboy (Fft, fft)
Bullеts, let it rain, boy
A-AMG, I paid for it
Tell 'em, "Keep the change", boy
Yo bitch wan' rock my chain (Yeah)
I rock Vivienne, and Bape
That ho eat me up, like steak (Like steak)
This new bitch, like, "Namaste" (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Suck my dick, then out my place (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Put on shit, man, they ain't outdated (Yeah)
She eatin' shrimp like, how my bitch make it? (Yeah)
Yeah, and bitch, ain't no masturbating (Okay)
DJ Khaled, no, we the greatest (Yeah)
Leave yo soul sedated
He gettin' mad, he saw I made it
Grabba leave that boy faded
I'm in the crib, I'd rather just stay in
She givin' neck, I told her, "Get naked"
Thick lil' bitch, so you know I'm debatin'
I'm wit' the maracas, I'm so Jamaican (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Slump6s]
(Buh, buh, buh, buh)
We count guala, boy (Pfft), through your mama, boy
Your twin get lit like candle, boy
Flip his shit, like channel, boy
Fuck these niggas talkin' 'bout, "I'm off of shots", so I can't stand 'em, boy
Issey, that's on me, I spent a lot up on this denim
Who want smoke wit' me? I'll have my lil' niggas go get 'em (Flatt)
I fuck once then I forget 'em (Ho)
Yes, I'm a big money getter (Big money getter)
She wan' fuck me, and my niggas
Issey Mi' just cost a ticket
She wanna fuck, but I told her, "I'm not hittin'"
Said he my opp, told 'em, "Fuck that, nigga"
No Jumper, no time for a cuck ass nigga
I fuck that ho once, then I cut that
She love me, I get that ho numb back
Don't fuck with these niggas, they suspect, yeah
Man, turn that shit off, we don't bump that
I couldn't give that bitch my gov' name
My niggas run down, now we dumb rich
My brother just copped him a Cullinan
7.6, smoke, get to gunnin' it
Niggas be stealin' the swag, tryna run wit' it, yeah
Bih' give face, then twin for the lob
We-We ain't no key, put this shit on lock

[Verse 3: OsamaSon]
(Bee, bee, bee, bee)
Hundred racks in my face, boy (Bee)
Tell that shit to the face, boy (Bee, bee)
Ridin round with that Wraith
Bad-Bad ass bih', gon' do what I say
You know me, been juggin' all day
Shooters gon' shoot shit, my pockets? Shit Balenci' (Bee, bee)
I'm with this bad lil' bitch, she tipsy
I'm with that shit, lil' nigga, get wit' me
I'm with that shit, leave a fuck nigga six feet
Put the Xan away, nigga, I don't need it (Blatt)
Where the lean at? Nigga, I need it
All black with a stick, they ain't see it
Fuck what you sayin', boy, I did what I did
I got like ten hoes, on my dick
Bitch-Bitch, I ain't see shit at Saks Fifth
Brand-Brand new tussin, on my hip
Brand-Brand new coupe, finna make that ho flip
I don't want sex, let me get that lip
Last nigga tried that, just got killed (Yeah)
Bitch yo mans wasn't in that field, boy (Bee)
Bitch yo mans wasn't in that field, boy (Bee)
Bitch yo-Bitch yo mans wasn't in that field, boy (Bee)