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(Getta Beats) Yeah, okay, really know them Really know some pill flipping, yeah Really know some pill flipping bow moving ShittyBoyz Really know some pill flipping bow moving gram slappers I can show you how to punch a Apple brick, I'm grand master Lamb platter, crab platter, big mess, no damn manners Looking like a orchid in my closet, I'm a jack stacker 'Posed to go fifty-five right here but I'm drag racing 'Posed to be in school somewhere but I'm bag chasing Twelve on the dot at the bank, I don't have patience The world get weird, wake up and see yo mans hating 350 rеflect, it be basic Yeezys when you stеp Bitch broke now, high school, was cheating off her test You don't kill shit, why the fuck you speaking me to death? I been grinding in my skinny jeans like I BMX I was grinding young as hell, bitch, I feel like Ryan Sheckler Told my bitch, "If I catch you cheating, y'all gon' die together" Stop asking where the fuck I'm at, I'm applying pressure P90 knock the muscle out you, ain't got time for wrestling I could be in a boxing ring, won't have time for fighting Throwing jabs ain't a bright idea, must have time for dying I don't need to punch sauce when I can go and slide Verizon Bro'll pull up, spray yo house like he firefighting You ever seen a hunnid five hunnid dollar giffies? Ain't gon' beat you, knock the beat out you, heart stopper with me Still chasing M's with the gang who plotted with me And I'm probably popping giffies if I'm stopping in yo city Chill, boo, she just an Instagram ho Punch like I'm Rocky, keep a stick like I'm Rambo Test tube chains got me freezing, where's my lab coat? Snap a finger, I can get 'em gone like I'm Thanos Snap a finger, I can make her hit her knees and suck me up Never talked to him but he said we cool, that fucked me up Reaching in my bag? Cut yo hand off, ain't no funny stuff Ball like varsity, I used to ask coach to bump me up I'm a playmaker Steak craver, if it ain't no reader, I'ma pay paper Lane changing, you ain't make shit, you a wave taker He got Arenas on but we been did them in "GameBreaker" Old-ass drip, you need a trip to the mall He gon' get shot if his fists don't unball Got her on a leash, dumb bitch, I'm the dog Got it off the fraud, unc' whipping bricks of dog Put the, on it, he gon' drop dead or come back No track in high school, I made lil' bitches run laps Talking 'bout he got 100K? That's that one cap Know she heard my song with Cash Kidd, I'm in that one bag I don't want no house today, where the fuck the Runtz at? I'ma take a toxic-ass puff, where my lungs at? This a UFO so the trunk where the front at Hertz just banned me 'cause I wrecked and bent the hubcap Play it crazy with yo lil' bitch like, "Where my hug at?" Don't spend twenty if you can't make that dub back Bitch asked am I up, does a fucking duck quack? Ha-ha-ha, yeah, with yo dumbass Bro'll pull up shooting deep like a demigod New Year's Eve, might post a picture with a Prezi on Nephew, you got little green like a leprechaun Two out ten hoes spin me but the rest gon' slide Nine out of ten hoes cheating? Nah, that's one too low Bitch put the coldest head on me, had me stuck and froze Money or respect, I want both, not just one of those I'ma make her do whatever for me, she ain't coming home Shit, or till the lil' bitch cook my breakfast Could've came big SUV but I took the Lexus Better not flash that lil' stick, we gon' jugg yo weapon Ex bitches sick, well they should've just took they blessing Bitch, should've just took they blessing What? She ain't coming home till this lil' bitch cook my breakfast Literally
Writer(s): James Johnson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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