| Pass me that cup, nigga |
| I'm goin' up, nigga |
| I just turned a married housewife into a slut, nigga |
| Got Gen 5s on us, nigga |
| In Glock we trust, nigga |
| I ain't gon' lie, I been broke before, but never been a fuck nigga |
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| Don't play, this shit'll get scary |
| 'Bout to buy an iced-out machete |
| My heart cold, Ben & Jerry's |
| New Chrome Heart loafers like Sperry's |
| You know the name, I air it (Glizock) |
| These niggas must want to get buried |
| Lil' mama, she thick, she jelly |
| She hop right on top, cherry |
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| Bro caught a body on Sunday |
| My YNs slide like a lunch tray |
| New chain dance like Beyoncé |
| Got my new bun Chrome Heart 1s |
| Fresh like I just hit the runway |
| Glizock put this together |
| Don't care 'bout hoes, got several |
| Walk in Magic and change up the weather |
| Walk in Booby and change up the weather |
| Walk in Taboo and change up the weather |
| Walk in 29, change up the weather |
| I told fire men, "It's now or never." |
| What's his name? Certified stepper |
| Don't play that shit |
| Go to sleep, wake up with it |
| I pop my shit with confidence |
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| Pass me that cup |
| I'm goin' up |
| I just turned a married housewife into a slut, nigga |
| Gen 5s on us, nigga |
| In Glock we trust, nigga |
| I ain't gon' lie, I been broke before, but never been a fuck nigga |
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| Pass me that cup, nigga |
| I'm goin' up, nigga |
| I just turned a married housewife into a slut, nigga |
| Got Gen 5s on us, nigga |
| In Glock we trust, nigga |
| I ain't gon' lie, I been broke before, but never been a fuck nigga |
|
| Don't play, this shit'll get scary |
| 'Bout to buy an iced-out machete |
| My heart cold, Ben & Jerry's |
| New Chrome Heart loafers like Sperry's |
| You know the name, I air it (Glizock) |
| These niggas must want to get buried |
| Lil' mama, she thick, she jelly |
| She hop right on top, cherry |
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| She a ten, stallion |
| From the bizack, I be wildin' |
| No ho in my blood, can't find it |
| But you might find blood in these diamonds |
| I'm him, Your Highness |
| A.K.A. "South Memphis' Finest" |
| Broke her heart, now she callin' me private |
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| What's wrong with this bitch? |
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| Aye, pass me that cup, nigga |
| I'm goin' up, nigga |
| I just turned a married housewife into a slut, nigga |
| Got Gen 5s on us, nigga |
| In Glock we trust, nigga |
| I ain't gon' lie, I been broke before, but never been a fuck nigga |
|
| Don't play, this shit'll get scary |
| Bouta buy an iced-out machete |
| My heart cold, Ben & Jerry's |
| New Chrome Heart loafers like Sperry's |
| You know the name, I air it (Glizock) |
| These niggas must want to get buried |
| Lil' mama, she thick, she jelly |
| She hop right on top, cherry |
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| Yeah |
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