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Okay, like, I ain't even gon' lie, man, like, I think you the one, baby girl
Like, but I don't know though, you know?
Like, uh, like, I gotta ask myself that before I
You know what I mean? Before we
And then, she the one for sure
She the one for sure
She the one for sure, she the one for sure
She the one, huhhhhh
Ayy, she the one for sure
Favorite place to bump and grind while we fuckin' slow
I just got caught up cheatin' with another ho
Like, why you always just like catchin' me, though? Like
You actin' like you ain't did nothin'
Bitch, you know I, ah!
Bitch, I know I cheated, why you act like you ain't did nothin'?
I ain't makin' babies but I'm still comin'
I'll make my nephews beat your ass, left the kids jumpin'
Bitch asked me, "Who the fuck is Faz?" That's my real cousin
Shout-out Big Mike, that's my lil' cousin
Got a small bitch, that's my lil' woman
That ain't dog shit, that's some lil' money
Left the trap house but it's still jumpin'
Got a lil' money but it's still somethin'
Got a natural bitch, she a real woman
Left my lil' cousin at the crib because he still somethin'
I just hope he don't steal nothin'
I don't drink liquor but I'm still buzzed
I ain't goin' out but I'm still clubbin'
I'm not my daddy friend but I'm still clutchin'
Kick a bitch out, I be still punchin'
I be in the woods where it's real huntin'
Make a bitch blow like a real trumpet
I ain't McDonald's but it's
Ah, she still love it
I ain't McDonald's but she still love it
Kick a bitch out, she was still clubbin'
I can hear the birds, it was real hummin'
You heard that, bruh?
She the one for sure but she my second ho, okay (Yeah, ah!)
Ayy, bro
She the one for sure but she my second ho
I bought her so much gold that her necklace swole
Won't even see a message, y'all won't text her phone
A hundred 'bows in, get my flexion on
I'm stackin' all these chips, get my textures on
I met her at the church, I be blessin' hoes
I'm prayin' for some money with my necklace on
This bitch drunk as hell, she gon' crash the boat
Put a Rollie on the animal, a flashy GOAT
I ain't gon' trick, I just give her what she ask me for
Fuck some clothes, I'ma let the morgue tag his toe
These niggas scared of money, fuck it, I'm a last of hope
Unky in the kitchen whippin' somethin' harder than AP Physics
Out the window, Audemar Piguet and watch the AP glisten
High as hell tryna record, I'm on take three with it
Nothin' underneath a three-five, bitch, I'm eighthy hittin'
Up active off the Quavo, you be lazy sippin'
Fingers cramped loadin' up the drum, I put an eighty in it
Finna drop BR3, I hope JAY-Z listen
Boy, put your hands down, we bullet throwers
Shit, you better buckle up, they flick us, I'm not pullin' over
War time, slidin' 'round the striker, that bitch full of soldiers
Alright, look
Spinnin' 'round in that Hellkitty, can you spell dizzy?
Velveeta, for that cheese, we'll leave a shell with him
I think my phone tapped, why the hell my Zelle glitchin'?
How the fuck is you a hundred but ain't never felt fifty?
Quarter-ticket hit my bank account, that's just today
Seven calls back to back like, shit, man, that's just a play
No ARP, no Glock, just a K
Skippin' LA out in Cali', this time, it's just the Bay
Spent twelve-fifty on just the BAPE
Wanted a zip? No nuts, he got just the shake
Sick he caught a headshot, like wasn't he just awake?
Blowed as hell at STK, tell the waiter, shit, just the steak
Bro on level five with just the shank
Spent twelve blues on just the drank
Where I'm goin'? Just the bank
Bitch, ShittyBoyz, DogShit Militia, you know what the fuck goin' on
