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Uh
Turn me up
Lean
Na Na Na Na
Na Na Na
Owwww

Bitches be funny
These niggas is dummies
They pushing my button like tummy
They soft like some gummies
I don't fuck with bummies
I'm schooling these niggas but no I ain't study

I hop on the beat eat it up
Nigga yummy
I'm stepping on necks
I make my bottoms bloody
Lil shawty she popping
That my bubble buddy
Ya diamonds give shade
While my shit shining sunny
I'm dripping Dasani
I light this whole bitch up
I feel like I'm Bonnie
I don't need a Clyde
Niggas sweet on my mommy
I ride for my brothers
Gang, Sammy, and Johnny
I'm bringing the wave
It's a fucking tsunami
Got bands in my pocket
They calling Polly
I keep a lil' stash
Like that nigga Steve Harvey
I'm gonna be rich
I ain't talking bout' Roddy
You folded on me
Nigga you gon' be sorry

Uh

I tried to tell you lil' bitch
That I'm the last one that
You hoes wanna play with
I swear I'm with all of the shits
My mind on my money
I'm getting my paper
I don't even need double shifts
I'm feeling all jolly
I'm giving out features
Like Santa be giving out gifts
Cus' nigga I know where I'm headed
I'm spitting these bars so poetic
Like debit card gimme my credit
These niggas so lame they pathetic
I walk with a medic cus' I am so sick
I feel like that I caused the pandemic
So fresh and clean feeling hygienic
I ball out but I'm not athletic
Yeah

I'm off exotic take me to Euphoria
Feel like Pop Smoke cus' my bitch she a foreigner
Swimming with dolphins
I'm balling in Florida
Fly to Detroit smash a bitch like Medoria
Highed up I'm at the top like a Northerner
Feds asking questions I swear they rhetorical
Off a perc 30 charged up like a portable
Bitch on my dick said I'm cute I'm adorable
Bend her no matrix, I feel like the oracle
Choppa it's singing it's Breeding like B5
Nigga I'm dangerous I sting a beehive
This ain't no game nigga you don't get three lives
You better be wise
Amiri jeans nigga these ain't no Levis
Hit her like tee time
Pockets they stuffed rising up like the sea tide
I want my piece of the pie nigga key lime

Till I get em' we spinning no dvd's
Hop out and blow shit up 30's and tnt
Off a acid, percocet, and the THC
Think I'm jih faded
Boy you's bitch you's a hater
Say you getting money show me some paper
Put em' in the microwave like some Quaker
Ball like a Laker
Swear to God that all you pussies in danger
Ya