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[Chorus: ohsxnta]
Yaha, ya, ha ha
Pussy ass niggas
I jus' spent like ten bands on some clothes
B-bitch, I feel like Julio
Stupid hoe, tell her leave me 'lone
In the trap, ion' need a phone
For the Tec, aimin' at his dome
That boy broke, think he need a loan
Feel like Smoke, when I wear a mask (Shut the fuck up)
In that 'Rari, it don't got no tags
Jugg shit, like "I'm gettin' that"
Thought he won, but I'm in my bag
You ain't got no follow, you a fag
I can't fuck that hoe cause she a gnat
Dior belt, I don't fuckin' sag
Fallin' off, boy you fuckin' sad

[Verse 2: Smokingskul]
Smokin' on black, I might just get heart disease
Bitch, I'm in a push start, ain't no car keys
Yo' name don't got a ring, Charles Barkley
Just like you single, yo' name don't got ring to it
I love my stove, nigga, cause I sing to it
I'm cookin' up meth, nigga, I get into it
I'm smokin' on black, nigga, like I been through it
Double cup, I feel like a frat
Step on him, like a walkin' mat
He put himself in that fuckin' trap
He see hug juice, he gon' rat
This ain't TIME magazine, I keep a mag
Chop wit' extensions, you could get dragged
Bitch, I'm a cheap nigga like that damn crab
White tracksuit, I might check into rehab (Like fuck you nigga, fuck you nigga)

[Verse 2: 1oneam]
Ay, haha, ha
I'm in a Benz, nigga, ion' crash (Haha)
I jugg that boy now I laugh, ay
These niggas going out sad, ay
Young nigga play with them racks (Yuh)
Young nigga play with the cash (Haha)
Yo' bitch, she throwing that ass, ha
These niggas goin' out sad, oh, ay
Hittin' yo bitch, ion' go out to lunch
Fuck yo' feelings, sorry, tryna catch a nut
He want some smoke, nigga better try ya' luck
Flexin' the cash, throw the bands like what (Like what, ha, ha)
Niggas, they trash, I can't make this up
I keep the pole, I keep it tucked
Ay, stick on me, boy it don't jam (Jam)
These niggas soft, oh man (Ha)
Spend a lil' rack like damn, ay
These niggas sweeter than jam, ay
I got a pole and it bam (Bam)
He talkin' tough, that nigga, he scram
I got the racks, I do a lil dance (Ha)
She throw it back, she do a lil, damn

[Chorus: ohsxnta]
Yaha, ya, ha ha
I jus' spent like ten bands on some clothes
B-bitch, I feel like Julio
Stupid hoe, tell her leave me 'lone
In the trap, ion' need a phone
For the Tec, aimin' at his dome
That boy broke, think he need a loan
Feel like Smoke, when I wear a mask
In that 'Rari, it don't got no tags
Jugg shit, like "I'm gettin' that" (Pussy ass niggas)
Thought he won, but I'm in my bag
You ain't got no follow, you a fag
I can't fuck that hoe cause she a gnat
Dior belt, I don't fuckin' sag
Fallin' off, boy you fuckin' sad (Shut the fuck up)