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You know what niggas told you, seen the transcript from the sentence
Half a brick of fizzy, had to stash it in the engine (Thank you, June)
I forgot to mention, put new diamonds in the pendant
Twenty pints of lean, look like molasses when you spin it
A hundred thousand on me, throw the cash, I'm feelin' ignant
Fucked her in the Ghost and then she crashed out on her nigga, huh
Jewelry look like water, diamonds dancin' like it's strippin'
Everything got switches, got enhancements on the blickies
Half a brick of fizzy, had to stash it in the engine (Thank you, June)
I forgot to mention, put new diamonds in the pendant
Twenty pints of lean, look like molasses when you spin it
A hundred thousand on me, throw the cash, I'm feelin' ignant
Fucked her in the Ghost and then she crashed out on her nigga, huh
Jewelry look like water, diamonds dancin' like it's strippin'
Everything got switches, got enhancements on the blickies
Just left out North Dakota, I'm in transit with a fifty
Stuffed a mansion and the Rickies, Louis glasses for the vision, huh
Stop whinin' 'bout your opps and get some get-back if you mad
The last niggas tried, we put a shit bag on his mans
We step on the dog until it kick back like Japan
Yeah, my shorty damn be fried, they shoot that bitch until it jam, ooh
I wish you wouldn't hit a nigga 'til I thought about my bitch
This was a love song and then I thought about my wrist
Uh-huh, in Cleveland like Shedeur, I'm tryna quarterback two bricks
I pour Wocky pints and Tris up every mornin' like I'm sick
Stuffed a mansion and the Rickies, Louis glasses for the vision, huh
Stop whinin' 'bout your opps and get some get-back if you mad
The last niggas tried, we put a shit bag on his mans
We step on the dog until it kick back like Japan
Yeah, my shorty damn be fried, they shoot that bitch until it jam, ooh
I wish you wouldn't hit a nigga 'til I thought about my bitch
This was a love song and then I thought about my wrist
Uh-huh, in Cleveland like Shedeur, I'm tryna quarterback two bricks
I pour Wocky pints and Tris up every mornin' like I'm sick
I swear I hate how niggas talk behind me, never try me
I swear I hate how niggas steal the sauce, these niggas copy, huh
Came from cocaine before the music like I'm Gotti
Gangster like my nigga Mozzy, take a bag up like Punjabi
I was gon' hit his ho and then I thought about my bitch
This was a love song until I thought about my wrist, huh
I shake up a bag and drop it all off like a Lyft
Fuck her hard until she quit, bitch, I'm a dog, bitch, I'm a pit
Yeah, I got a family, ho, stop callin' me and shit
Of course I got some pape', that's why I'm ballin' in this bitch
I swear I hate how niggas steal the sauce, these niggas copy, huh
Came from cocaine before the music like I'm Gotti
Gangster like my nigga Mozzy, take a bag up like Punjabi
I was gon' hit his ho and then I thought about my bitch
This was a love song until I thought about my wrist, huh
I shake up a bag and drop it all off like a Lyft
Fuck her hard until she quit, bitch, I'm a dog, bitch, I'm a pit
Yeah, I got a family, ho, stop callin' me and shit
Of course I got some pape', that's why I'm ballin' in this bitch
This is a love song, it's 'bout my 'Rari and my wrist
These niggas hardly havin' shit, just threw a party on the 6
These niggas hardly havin' shit, just threw a party on the 6
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