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Huh
I can press a button have a nigga in the
Yeah, ts, mhm
Do they really wanna wake the biddy up? Switches on the ts, uh
Do they really wanna wake the biddy up?
Switches on the 50's and them bitches never tucked

I can press a button have a nigga in the dumpster
I can have some niggas on yo porch when you walk up out it
I can have some niggas in them bushes waiting on ya, all, night, long
The choppa gon' right my wrong
Never, question myself know I'm bad to the bone
Gotta, real bad bitch with me with no makeup on
Pop a Percocet, and then she take it all
Huh

Knock Knock
I heard you was ready for that one shit
Squad 'n'em, gon' take it to whoever we don't fuck with
Gang 'n'em, gon' take it to whoever that you fuck with
I can't, switch up on the niggas that I'm stuck with
I will, hit you in yo shit if you on fuck shit
Dananang dananang dananang
Choppa gotta chainsaw on it, start it up
Bitches everywhere shaking ass, party bus
Stab a nigga right up in his head Spartacus
Nah nigga, Sparta-skoo
I be teaching everybody think I'm 'bout to start a school
Up a tool just to spark at fools
My driver bool he grew up in Rouge he'll make you move
Listen
1952, not the '42, huh, hah
I might be drunk as hell, 'cause I just ordered two, ah, huh
Get off in my bag and turn up more than you
This is not the normal groove
I cannot be cordial
Ah uh, ah ts, ah ah, ah mhm, in that water
Huh bitch, mhm bah, give it here, give it here, on his daughter
Hm hm, shhh, hm hah, hm, shut the fuckup, what I told her
Aye, "what's her name?" what I called her
She got everything but my feelings when I called her
Listen
I got everything but her feelings when I called her
She fell in love eat my dingaling through the joggers
She wet it up, whole damn bed need a caution sign
Diamonds on me alkaline, bang it bang it every time
Best night of her life, freak it freak it every time
Strapped up with them nads, shoot it shoot it everytime
Move it move it Madagascar soon as we get the pass
Yeah
I like to like to, nah, let me holla at dog
I wanna take this shit to the moon
Go nuclear, big ape shit, no baboon
We got them banana clips, stiff him life a mannequin
I don't pay for damages
My endeavors scandalous
'Cause Sada never panicking
Extra sauce up in them ramekins
Wipe you with a napkin
Run up on him like it's Call of Duty, caught him camping
I'm the reason why his niece and nephew keep on dancing
I'm the reason that I get to sleep up in a mansion
[?] rice up out the pot, straight in a package
Said that girl that a nigga whipping up got some color on it
Titi fien'd out, her and her brother want it
Top side paying for the foreigns we charge uhhh
Top side pays for the foreigns we charge double on 'em
All we want is the M's, I made a couple of 'em
All we see is the smoke, I'm never running from it
I'm with Stacy, think a nigga tucking money
You ain't shit on that court, boy you Rodney Stuckey
You ain't shit in that sport, boy you Rodney Stuckey
Not equipped for yo' sport, you Rodney Stuckey
Stole money from Detroit, you Reggie Jackson
Made a poor choice, you Killian Hayes
I'll kill a nigga right now if he play with my gang
Dolla' wit' me, right now, don't play no hoe game
Fuck a Squid Game, hit his rib cage
Fuck a Bird box, I got a blindfold
I can still whip up bricks with my eyes closed
Whip cooked, bing bing
They want 10, here go 1, I got 9 more
Listen
In yo dreams, you can be just like the Skuba man and his team
Any blick I got in my hand came wit' beam
Ever since I walked in here, changed the scene
Huh, walk him down
Fucking with me, suicide, somebody better talk him down
Aye, naw, for that yeah, hawk him down
He look like a clown, woos run the town
Listen

I can press a button have a nigga in the dumpster
I can have some niggas on yo porch when you walk up out it
I can have some niggas in them bushes waiting on ya, all, night, long
The choppa gon' right my wrong
Never, question myself know I'm bad to the bone
Gotta, real bad bitch with me with no makeup on
Pop a Percocet, and then she take it all
Huh

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