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Metro Boomin want some more, nigga Automatic (auto), automatics, in the trunk Shoot the maggots, shoot the maggots with the pump Thot and addy (thot), love the Patek on my arm (Patek) We got static (static), pussy nigga run your charm (hey) Ghostface killers (killers), Wu-Tang, 21 news gang (news) Drug dealers in the Mulsanne, at the top of the food chain (hey) Trappin' the cocaine (yeah), no gang, shooter with no name We can play tall games, the whole gang, kick in your door, man Yeah, put on the Patek, poppin' xannys, I'm an addict Break the mattress with a baddie on the addy Diamonds flashing, need some glasses for the flashing, yeah Michael Jackson with this fashion, bitch I'm dabbin', yeah All of this shit on purpose got these bitches slurpin' All your pockets on hurting, nigga you can be my servant Go to the lot and young nigga don't lease it, I purchase After I cut off a thot I give her some money for service Wherever I go the whole gang gon' go, yeah (fame) You cannot tame the ho because you want fame for sure (tame) You think that you rich 'cause you got a hundred or more I got an over overload like I just sold my soul I, pour up a four, a liter, I got the stripes, Adidas I got a foreign mamacita and I been known to beat it (mama) Niggas ain't goin' defeated, we get the guns immediate Don't burn in the Coupe, it's an Italy These niggas is broke and it's pitiful Automatic (auto), automatics, in the trunk Shoot the maggots, shoot the maggots with the pump Thot and addy (thot), love the Patek on my arm (Patek) We got static (static), pussy nigga run your charm (hey) Ghostface killers (killers), Wu-Tang, 21 news gang (news) Drug dealers in the Mulsanne, at the top of the food chain (hey) Trappin' the cocaine (yeah), no gang, shooter with no name We can play tall games, the whole gang, kick in your door, man Yeah, Kim Jong, yeah big bombs (21) Wonder Bread man, make your bitch lick crumbs (yeah) Audemar Piguet flooded, got my wrist numb (bling) Grab the hitstick, nigga tryna blitz some' Dope boy, dope boy, I sell coke boy (21) You broke ass rappers food, it's a po boy (21) Everybody the same, all these niggas sound alike (dick riders) Fox 5 gang, turn you to a candlelight Bitch boy, I'm a mobster, shrimp in my pasta Jamaican Don Dada, hang 'round the shottas Mad Max nigga, yeah I hang with the killers (21) Planet of the Apes, yeah I hang around gorillas (on god) I got AK, SK, HK, broad day (21) You a fuckboy, we ain't with the horseplay (bitch) Shrimp ass nigga, did you do your chores today? (21) Do you wanna take a ride with the coroner today? (21) Automatic (auto), automatics, in the trunk Shoot the maggots, shoot the maggots with the pump Thot and addy (thot), love the Patek on my arm (Patek) We got static (static), pussy nigga run your charm (hey) Ghostface killers (killers), Wu-Tang, 21 news gang (news) Drug dealers in the Mulsanne, at the top of the food chain (hey) Trappin' the cocaine (yeah), no gang, shooter with no name We can play tall games, the whole gang, kick in your door, man Drop from the heavens straight in the wild (yeah) Trunk in the front, top gotta slide Ride suicides, we keep this shit alive (yeah) Jumping out the public houses, don't you come outside (Straight up) Private status, tryna land the jet at Magic (it's lit) Goin' way up, on my way to cut through traffic (what you poppin') Pop the ceiling, pop the bean, I need the balance (pop it, pop it) Bloody ass is what I'm seeing, it's way too graphic Watch your fingers 'cause the cactus dangerous (yeah) Broke, you ain't us, we don't speak that language On the couches Tom Cruise, I'ma make her see, she snort a mountain Rackades on the outfit will make her bounce it Good drank my life yeah, CPR my pipe, yeah Please need the energy, only got a night, yeah (it's lit) Nike boys, we don't do three stripes (yeah) I'm living for my niggas that do life, yeah Automatic (auto), automatics, in the trunk Shoot the maggots, shoot the maggots with the pump Thot and addy (thot), love the Patek on my arm (Patek) We got static (static), pussy nigga run your charm (hey) Ghostface killers (killers), Wu-Tang, 21 news gang (news) Drug dealers in the Mulsanne, at the top of the food chain (hey) Trappin' the cocaine (yeah), no gang, shooter with no name We can play tall games, the whole gang, kick in your door, man
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