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[Verse 1: Viss]
Yuh, yuh, yuh, new acne all on my denim
I'm too raw, man, I feel like phenom
Call up my slime, you know he gon get him
Suck my shit like the shit had venom
Talked on bro, okay, lets get 'em
Bitch want me and I ain't 'een met her
Brand new stones, these shits rosetta
I got a four I'm pouring up mix
Ain't talking chocolate she give me-
They sending shots, they finna miss
Couldn't find act, so I'm sipping on Tris
Drop a lil 10k on my wrist
Keeping a pole, using no fist
He split the pole, niggas done switched
He talking down do 'em like Chris
Make that lil hoe handstand
Broke niggas, can't stand
Do it cuz I can can, my hoe listen to Kankan
They say "viss he that man", wear all black like batman
She call me a bad man, I live life like a madman

[Verse 2: xstasyslim]
I might rock out with my bitch
I might hop out with my bitch
I might pop out with my bitch
So stop talkin' 'bout my bitch
'Cause you can't fuck with my bitch
Me and my bro pop with sticks, we aim that fafa at his lip
Aim that fafa, it won't click, k go gratata, it's gon' hit
Off the blunts, can't my feel my balls, man, I got zaza in my piss
I got high with a freak ho, now she start nodding on my dick
Fefefefe, zaza in my lungs and Achilles
I'm like you wan go to kekes?
Baby, I might let you eat me
On my belt, yeah, I like bb
I like skrt, yea SRT
She wan' fuck, yeah, we can see
Its some bands, yeah, all on me

[Verse 3: ayerp]
Hm, he tryn' run, we knock em off
I stay with that choppa, dawg
I stay with fiz, we flock it all
My bitch, my bitch, my bitch
She bad as fuck, can't get like dis
Like ten racks, that my fucking drip
Walk em down, bitch, with slim and Viss
Slide round we do ya, big stones on my neck, Medusa
I keep drakes, fns, and rugers, walk down, got Bentley shooters
Slime 'em out, slime 'em out
Forty band diamonds got hella rocks
Many sticks, many chops
Tryn' catch a hat, might spin yo block
Run up pussy bitch get back
Money signs in my name, lil bitch, a$ap
Broke bitch not speaking no racks
Hunnid racks hunnid chains diamonds big facts
Five bands when i walk in saks
Tryna put givenchy on the racks
Told em send a low i got a pack
For my nigga fiz we throwing slattsss (yea)