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[Intro: whiterosemoxie]
Bos going crazy
BL$$D
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Westside nigga, aye
Uh, uh, woah

[Verse 1: whiterosemoxie, KMO]
New Amsterdam in the cup
3 half and grams in the blunt
You know we having some fun
Hit the sprizzy with the drop for a light thrill, this a light chill
Made everything around me, feel like Mike Will
All these checks on my body, like I got a Nike deal
Don't let the singing get you 'fused, all my niggas might steal
Might hit you with the steal, might still catch a body
It's crazy, I be walking to the hills from the lobby
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: KMO]
We got it poppin' did it on our own
Meet up with wang and better bet we gon' blow it
Back of the van and now we pushing Maro
And the wrist on platinum, gold

[Verse 2: whiterosemoxie, KMO, both]
But I'm tryna get that bitch frozen (Uh, yeah, uh, yeah)
Talking on me, still don't know shit
Every milli, Imma crack a pint (Uh, uh)
I'm a crack a baddy every night cause I want to
Off the X, off the lean, off the drank, uh
I just hit the bong, nigga I can't even think, uh
I just bought a maro, nigga I just bought some rings
It ain't even NBA, but I make this shit ring
We gon' play
(We, We, We got it poppin)
(We, We, We got it poppin)
We got it what?
What? What? We got it
We got it what?
We got it what? Huh
That nigga trippin, I put molly in my cup
We moving different, I got models in the cut, uh
In the cut, uh, yea
Like a knife, uh
Nigga ain't even 21, uh yeah
How many hoes I hit this week? 21
How many lines in this bitch like 21

[Verse 3: K.M.O]
Wang got plenty funds, I got plenty sons
Stick got kickback, dick, she grip that
Blowing down the whole pack
Can't lack no, wallet filled with pesos
Lil nigga I can't fold
I treat this shit like it's a game of poker
Bad little bitch off Facebook
She asking me to come poke her
Do the dash, 12 can't stop me no, or her
Roll me a wood, Issa facer, huh
She wanna come gimme face, uh huh
Keeping a stick at the waist, uh huh
Keep niggas in line like it's braces, uh
Hoppin out a Benzo, wallet fat, it can't fold
When you get some money, niggas switch up like Nintendo
Took her to the bedroom, got me in the swimming pool
Pills in the drank finna put me on pluto (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: KMO]
We got it poppin' did it on our own
Meetup with wang and better bet we gone blow it
Back of the van and now we pushing Maro
And the wrist on platinum, gold, yeah
We got it poppin' did it on our own
Meetup with wang and better bet we gone blow it
Back of the van and now we pushing Maro
And the wrist on platinum, gold

[Verse 4: whiterosemoxie, KMO]
Nigga fuck you I don't dance, huh
All this wock keep fucking up the plans, huh
In store I be fucking up my bands, up
Online be fucking my M's, huh
Spent 300 holding up my pants, uh
If you ask me what I'm holding, ain't no hands, huh
And she gon' do it with no hands, huh
She ain't a stripper she slow dance (Yeah, yeah)

[Outro: whiterosemoxie]
Wrist on platinum
Wrist on dancing
Wrist on platinum
We keep dancing