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[Verse 1: Swerzie]
Bitch, hold my bags
I ain't talkin' 'bout no Apple when I'm in this bitch with Macs
Black G Fazos, I don't shop no Saks
I'm finna kick yo' door in and take all your racks
I don't give a fuck about no god damn flag
You see me care? I shoot at everybody's ass
I went from writin' songs up in my fuckin' class
To chargin' $1500 for a verse in cash, lil' bitch
Hol' up, wait
I keep them diamonds locked up in my safe
'Cuz these hoes might come over to scope out my place and dudes runnin' my crib while she's giving me face
Hold up, wait
Know that that Glock is equipped on my waist
Strap a dick to my gun like it's female and gay
And I shoot like a backpain and make you go lay
Hold up
We finna do you like Fortnite 360 no-scope
Then I'm takin' the shit that you muhfuckin' own
Hit a lick on your straps, your possession, and soul
Hold up
Wait, don't go talk all that shit then go hit up my phone like you tryna link up, I'ma tell yo ass no
Or a yes but I'll set yo ass up like a hoe
You need to do better when you send me a feature
'Cuz I'm gettin' money, therefore I am getting meaner
Darby in this bitch, he almost gave your boy a seizure
Million-dollar beats, that's all we makin' over here, yuh
Ref Simons I'm steppin, in New York like 9/11, kill you all like 9/11, shout out Millie, Bobby Brown
To-to-totin' on that weapon
I'ma send you up to heaven
Have your whole life disconnected, if I'm rotten, you talk down
Uh, but shout out the hoes and my groupies, aye
She thought that my dick, that my toolie, aye
My pipe make her quiet like movies, aye
Dick have her sleep, you would thought she got roofied, aye
My team either Rotten or Uzi, aye
Some ghosts in this bitch is what you see, aye
I'm tryna get Teslas, that two-seat, aye
So I don't do shit for free, don't be stupid, aye

[Outro]
Bitch, skrt, aye, look look, look look, look look
Bitch, skrt, aye, look look, look look, look look