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[Intro]
God damn

[Verse 1]
A nigga got six hoes but I swear that I need more
Bitch stepping outta line, I'ma play her like a P4
Nigga you don't even rap, what the fuck you need a beat for?
You ain't tell me that's your girl, what the fuck she on my meat for?
Baby, you ain't tryna fuck? What the fuck you tryna link for?
With a sawed off, bitch I'm selling shells by the seashore
And I saw it all, when she let me fuck, she a freak whore
And I swear to God, all these niggas clones like a decoy
And yo' bitch bad as fuck, word to bro, she make my meat boing
I'm a mall whore, credit card maxed but I keep going
And that bitch shaking ass, what the fuck she just keep throwing
Ten white bitches on me, nigga, no it never stops snowing
Niggas sleeping on cider, swear to God they gon' stop snoring
Pop out to the skate park in a hotboxed foreign (What?)

[Verse 2]
Nigga, yeah, I got more fans than Green Day
Aye, stop fucking with that bitch, man, you know that she teenage
Got way too much swag when I fucking hit the scene (Aye)
Nigga ain't no Plan B so I gotta stick to plan A
Hoe took a Plan B after I filled her with my mayonnaise
Nigga, listen to this beat, do you hear this muhfuckin' bass?
One listen, all it takes just to know that I am based
Okay, I'm not famous but I still got a fanbase
Bitch was sucking on my fingers, ask your bitch how my hand taste
Bitch was sucking on my fingers then I spit all in her fucking mouth
Gotta link up with kynlary, nigga, when I'm in the fucking south
Gotta pay me for a promo, I need a band for a shoutout
Finna open up shop, I need a band to bring a pound out
You don't know my fucking story, nigga, don’t tell me to calm down
When you don't mind your business, you get hit with like thirty rounds
Gave that bitch back shots, swear to God, we went like thirty rounds
Had that bitch moaning loud, swear to God she making dirty sounds
Cooking up weird shit, nigga, yeah, I feel like Richie Souf
You can have my ex bitch, yeah, that pussy smell like fuckin' trout

[Verse 3]
Niggas weird tryna snitch, telling intel
When I'm in the trap, nigga, only hit my Nextel
And I'm always trapping, always looking for the next sale
Always rocking Rick Owens like I'm Nooniefromhell
Down bad crying 'bout a bitch, nigga you need help
And I'm always on the move like a elf on the shelf
Smoking good gas, straight green, nigga, smoking kelp
On my way to the bank teller nigga
What that bitch tellin'?
Check my bank account, nigga, yeah, I got a million
Walk up in the class with the gas and I'm smelling
In a all red fit, bitch, I look like a melon
Niggas dressed in all red and they aiming for your melon
Put some ice on my neck, nigga, yeah, I feel embellished
Know you see me balling out and I know you feel jealous
Bro your pockets on E, think there's something you need to tell us
I love taking LSD 'cause I love fucking tripping
Four bad bitches on a beach all skinny dipping
Take some shrooms and a tab, man I love hippie flipping
Bitch brain so good, yeah her mind is her weapon (On God)
B.B. Simon rhinestone, Smith and Wesson
And my fit so fly, nigga, like Nine Eleven
Pull up to the club, Porsche Nine Eleven
Yeah, she bad on the 'gram but in person she a seven
You fucking with these baldheaded hoes, look like Eleven
Tryna get a free feat', man you better keep stepping
That bitch toes on my face, swear to God I'm in heaven
Put my nose to the coke, swear to God I'm in heaven