| Skeleton, cost two hundred thou', check the books |
| These some yellow tint diamonds, check the rocks, take a look |
| He won't ever spin, he won't ever pop, so I'm good |
| We got F&N, we got lots of shots, get him tucked |
| Throw a chest pass to that fuck boy, fuck a cut |
| We gon' trespass on that fuck boy, set him up |
| Fuck a setback, get up on yo' feet and keep it pushin' |
| I got jet lag, just hopped off the plane straight from France |
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| I just run right through the dirt with zero help from no one else |
| We don't trip, reload the stick and send a bullet through his head |
| Pockets stuffed with hundreds, fifties, bitch, I think I need a belt |
| Find his lo', soon as we hit this bitch, I think they call the feds |
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| I don't know, need no mo', where'd you go? |
| I grab the pole,, he get smoked |
| I don't know where to go, losing hope, losing focus |
| Feel like you got no one else, call my phone, we can cope |
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| I just got a Taycan, I push it to the max |
| Startin' to feel like I'm an icon, these bitches be obsessed |
| I promise you just not that guy, pal, we send one through yo' head |
| I'm sorry, you just not my type, girl, go find you someone else |
| Girl, yo' boyfriend need to pipe down 'fore we come find him |
| Love this ho, but she a psycho, she need confinement |
| Flooded wrist, cost yo' life, can't tell what the time is |
| Got the stick, we don't fight, we don't beef in silence |
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| Skeleton, cost two hundred thou', check the books |
| These some yellow tint diamonds, check the rocks, take a look |
| He won't ever spin, he won't ever pop, so I'm good |
| We got F&N, we got lots of shots, get him tucked |
| Throw a chest pass to that fuck boy, fuck a cut |
| We gon' trespass on that fuck boy, set him up |
| Fuck a setback, get up on yo' feet and keep it pushin' |
| I got jet lag, just hopped off the plane straight from France |
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