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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Hurt, what it do?)
(What up, Foster?)
Ayy

I like icy mud, she like pure codeine, yeah, yeah
I got plenty bitches, lists from A to Z, yeah, yeah
He faking his whole life, it's make-believe, yeah, yeah
Blood stains stuck to me like Maybelline (Gang, gang)
Bitch, I live that same way you talk 'bout
Mayday, pull up on them, spray-spray when the opps out
Bang-bang, shawty caught him lacking, knocked his locks out
Hey-hey, who them looking for me? I done popped out

I just rolled a woodie and it's fully of pluto
Fuck around with these bitches, got me feeling like Pluto, ayy
Shawty wanna kick it but I don't know Judo, yeah
Bitch, I'm lit and rich, oh yes, that's all that you know
Took a risk, I used my wrist, I put my fist in the bowl
Hold on, wait, this money calling, put that bitch on a hold
Every day I wake up, gotta get this paper
I got my cake up, that's probably why they hate you

I like icy mud, she like pure codeine, yeah, yeah
I got plenty bitches, lists from A to Z, yeah, yeah
He faking his whole life, it's make-believe, yeah, yeah
Blood stains stuck to me like Maybelline (Gang, gang)
Bitch, I live that same way you talk 'bout
Mayday, pull up on them, spray-spray when the opps out
Bang-bang, shawty caught him lacking, knocked his locks out
Hey-hey, who them looking for me? I done popped out

I been in this shit, bitch, I been a member, I could put that shit on my mama
In the traphouse on the daily, baby, I'm forever chasing out the commas
Lately, I been on some gang shit, get your brains hit, shawty, we forever with the drama
He gon' fuck around and a lose a hand if he ever play with my money, yeah
Baby, I'm back on some boss shit
Ain't having no bands, I don't hear what you saying, them niggas be talking
My shawty ain't playing, you might end up dead, put him in a coffin
I got shit in my head, they don't understand, don't know what it costed
Ayy (Hey)

I like icy mud, she like pure codeine, yeah, yeah
I got plenty bitches, lists from A to Z, yeah, yeah
He faking his whole life, it's make-believe, yeah, yeah
Blood stains stuck to me like Maybelline (Gang, gang)
Bitch, I live that same way you talk 'bout
Mayday, pull up on them, spray-spray when the opps out
Bang-bang, shawty caught him lacking, knocked his locks out
Hey-hey, who them looking for me? I done popped out

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