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[Yvngxchris:]
That my brother, my twin, I cannot forget him
Fetty Wap, I got Jimmy Choo on my denim
We gon' wax him and get him off if he set him
Fuck that bitch, then I leave, I'm not sentimental
"How the fuck you gon' shoot with no bullets?" Don't worry, my nigga, my gang finna send 'em several
Xanny, Perc', take the high to another level
Money coming, might go get another bezel for my damn wrist
"Who are you?" I be the man, bitch
I'm finna tell your momma like I'm Candice
Sucked on my dick like a plane, I said, "Can this dick fit inside you? 'Cause I'm finna land this," huh
Yes, I got perfect attendance
Short, fat white plug, look like Prentiss, huh
That nigga aim isn't excellent, huh
Like, how you gon' shoot and then miss?
That nigga funny like Ed Murphy
Made a play for twenty-five, damn, I meant thirty
I just got done fucking these bitches mad early
Damn, I just looked at my phone and it's 5:30
Told her her pussy was fishy, I'm not tryna fuck, she confused, she like, "Damn, is it that dirty?"
I'm way too lit off that damn Perky
Bitch, I be up as a fuck, no, you can't hurt me

[Onlybino!:]
Choppa gon' make that boy vanish
Spark up a J on a whole 'nother planet
Oppers be hurting, they snitching like Candice
Run in his crib, take his shit like a bandit
Me and Lil' Chris in the cut like a bandage
We making bread and they wish that they had this
I was down bad, had to get to the cabbage
Now look at Bino, his pockets are [?]
Bitch, I ain't playing games like a pickup
Make a bag, bat it back like a hiccup
Hit the dash on his block, it's a stickup
Said she bad, but she can't keep my dick up (Oh)
Lil' bitch, my money, my money, my money, my money, my money, I'm needing it now
Lil' boy, I'm not sentimental, I ride with the metal, that shit get to gunning you down
And free all my dogs in the kennel, my foot on the pedal, I'm coming to get them boys out
I told you I'm not sentimental, I'm not sentimental, I'm just tryna fuck and get out
No, I don't fuck with the jakes, know they bogus
Yeah, I got all kind of ice on me, I'm frozen
Know that Lil' Bino the coldest (Yeah)
I'm the one with all the motion (Yeah)
No, I don't show no emotion (Yeah)
I rather sip on the potion (Yeah)

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