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{Verse 1}
Yo, shawty gon think that she special
But really, I ain't buying her none
And the bullets, they hitting his vessel
My bro really shooting for fun
Brought the strap cause I ain't tryna wrestle
He on dick, but you don't got no funds
All the hoes fucking up my mental
All I know, the problems just begun

Yo hoe, yeah she fanned out
Catch him lackin, put his man down
Money talking, bitch I'm tryna plan out
Tryna see how this shit finna pan out

Choppa John Cena, leave him slammed down
Went up, never took a hand out
Now these beanrs really got they hands out
Man, I really had to put they hands down

When I'm up, never let my fam down
Glocky on me, never leaving jammed out
Beanrs copy, never tryna stand out
MP5 turn him to a dancer

{Verse 2}
On a killstreak, call a Panzer
Shawty ask "where the fuck your manners?"
Uniform all Black Panther
Money green on my Bruce Banner shit

White plug, call up Tanner bitch
I'm spittin crazy, good grammar shit
Getting guala, ain't no time to sit
Want all my funds, I ain't doing no split

17 making rappers quit
Pass me the rock, don't know how to score
How is you unc and you still tryna spit?
Run in the crib, keep the heat in the drawer

{Verse 3}
Shawty gon slide, why cuffing a whore?
Bro off the za, and it's making him snore
I'm off the za, it got me feeling sore
YSL, man I'm buying the store

He want the smoke, then we going to war
Show in Miami? I'm going for sure
Hoes on me when I walk through the door
Smoking kush while I chill on the shore