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Verse 1 (twentyfifth)
And they trynna say I'm lackin, these ppl talkin
Bitches your attacking, yea, you got me poppin'
Pills and I'm relaxing, yea, bae I don't stress it
Locks on my outfit and I like to flex it
Ok now I'm gone and I'm feeling strong
Venting in a song, try to say I'm wrong
I'm so done with you all
I'm with my bros, we don't want y'all

Verse 2 (Jared Pepsi)
Smoking on pounds, we don't smoke zips
I ain't even 16 and I'm making more hits
Hand on the strap, we gon' blast
Give me top cuz, I don't want kids
I-i-i-i-i I'm too high and dis-functioned
Told her give me top cuz I don't want kids
I'm too high give me some space, mhmm

Verse 3 (Kid Arjuna)
VVN(?) on mе they asking if it's real
I don't wanna talk about it, I don't wanna squeal
Ayeee thеy don't believe that I'm foreign(?)
Got my drip from over seas yeah that shit imported
Yeah they talking down on me
Nigga you is horrid
Uh uh, fuck yo bitch in my foreign (Uh uh)
Put you to sleep don't mind it
I love me the peace and quiet
I hit the bank if I like it
I hit the bank if I like it