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Trappin' in the back with the Migos (Yeah)
Boards on the windows on them bando's (Huh)
Told me hit my dance (NLMB, gang)

Known to dab on the bitch like the Migos (Like the what?)
In the trap water whip, like the kilo
Up, Down, Left, Right, A, B, hoe (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
I just entered in a cheat code (Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh)
It's just me hoe (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Chip on my shoulder, like a bag of Fritos (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Where I'm from, 12 come, you better lay low (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Whoa, whoa, fuck with the gang get a halo (Get a halo)


You should be embarrassed (You should)
Fuck your bitch then spin her like a wheel, Ferris (Oh yeah)
I ain't even dig her I'm just tryna nail her (Try'na nail)
V12 then bail huh
That bitch ain't got no ride, I'm gon' fuck around and mail her
Water on my wrist (Yeah), swimming like a sailor (Ice, ice)
Water coming out your bitch (Water), she think I'm a sailor (What)
Swim in that bitch like a fish (Uh-huh)
I tear the pussy to bits (Uh-huh)
We go together like Lilo & Stitch
Money, Mayweather come hot like a fist
Whip her up like a brick (Like a brick)

Double cup, don't pour liquor up, codeine when I sip
Percs-R-Us, my dick in her guts, drill, drill, drill (Smash)
Semi tucked, I'ma finger fuck, loaded without drill (Grra)
I'm Jack no Jill
Falling down a hill on a pill, pill, pill
What it is? Mister two tone AP kick, yeah (Two tone AP, uh)
Super rich, I could pay your mama rent (I could pay your mama, uh)
What I spent, you worked for ten years to get (Worked for ten years)
Hop offbeat, then get right back on that bitch (Uh)

Known to dab on the bitch like the Migos (Like the Migos)

In the trap water whip, like the kilo (Kilo)
Up, Down, Left, Right, A, B, hoe (A, B, bitch, whoa-whoa)
I just entered in a cheat code (I just entered in a motherfuckin')
It's just me hoe (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Chip on my shoulder, like a bag of Fritos (Like a bag)
Where I'm from, 12 come, you better lay low (Better lay low)
Whoa, whoa, fuck with the gang get a halo (Fuck with the)

Fuck with the gang get a halo (Get a halo)
Hit the biggest stain makin' Lucid Dreams (Lucid Dreams)
Let a nigga do his thing, they been through things

Bro used to let the choppa sing, sound like shoppa rings
I remember robbing niggas, claiming that they gang (Uh-huh)
Them niggas was snakes, they was snitchin', turn on you in your face (Uh-huh)
Shoot 'em up, then pull up to that nigga way (Uh-huh)
See his brothers, sittin' over his body let him laying him to rest (Uh-huh)
Real shit (Real), that's the shit my older brothers had to deal with (For real)
Came a long way from the project buildings, and drug dealin' (Uh-huh)
I've seen the trenches for real (Yeah)
Where I'm from, they be born and raised, to kill (Uh)
Numb, don't feel (Uh)

Kids tote still (Uh)
Babies gettin' killed (Uh)
Crazy how we live (Uh)
Black god forgives (Uh)
We'll sin still, bullets through his windshield (Uh)

Known to dab on the bitch like the Migos (Like the Migos)
In the trap water whip, like the kilo (Kilo)
Up, Down, Left, Right, A, B, hoe (A, B, bitch, whoa-whoa)
I just entered in a cheat code (I just entered in a motherfuckin')
It's just me hoe (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Chip on my shoulder, like a bag of Fritos (Like a bag)
Where I'm from, 12 come, you better lay low (Better lay low)

Whoa, whoa, fuck with the gang get a halo (Fuck with the)

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