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Chris Englehart

Like what do you know, I put a four in a four
Uh, I hit your bitch like the folks I'm doper than yola, we smokin' on dro
We drove out this home like we out on patrol We aiming them scopes, if you out of Control
Uh, why is you steady stay callin' my phone? She makin' fantasies out of my songs

I sing her melodies, then do her wrong
But I've been told that we not lastin' long
Land of the free, nah the land of the lost
Brand new keys, got me whippin' we on
Brand new jeans, bitch, I'm drippin' like Voss
He talk, we paint up his block, Bob Ross
He lost, he outta his mind with the mop
I'm gone, I think I just spilled all the wock

Mr. Miyagi, this chop know karate Like Megan Thee Stallion, that bitch got some body
Molly inside of her water, Dasani
She love when I cop her, Armani, Armani
I love when she give me that sloppy lil' toppy
That zombie ass walkin' when I'm out the oxy
I'm smokin' on purpp while I'm inside the Audi
They put on lil XANG and they heads started boppin' like

Yeah, that's what that new shit gon do to 'em
That's how my shooter gon' do you in, uh
New mozzy coupe what I'm zoomin' in, uh
Put that led to yo head like we doodlin'
Yeah, that's what that new shit gon do to 'em
That's how my shooter gon' do you in, uh
New mozzy coupe what I'm zoomin' in, uh
Put that led to yo head like we doodlin'

Told my brudas, let's get it, let's do this shit
Sneakin' up where you sleep, Freddy Krueger shit
Pray to god they don't pin me, no crucifix
Shippin' them boxes, it look like I'm movin' in
Coolin Kit keep it cool, so don't fool with it
She say she wanna fuck, guess I'm cool with it
Ain't no way I could care about a stupid bitch
I really just want the Benjamins, gettin' M's
Six in the a.m., I talk to the money, I'm speakin' it fluent
They tryna watch all the movements, they wonderin' how do we do it
They tryna copy, it's true, they can say what they want, we can hear the influence, yeah
Really had to go and go and get right to it
Had to go and get right to it, yeah

And they really on snitch, Ratatouille
Keep a blick, let it hit with the whole fuckin' clip
Like you sat around watchin' a movie Don't know what I'll do next
Probably hop on a jet, go to Malibu, chill in Jacuzzi
I can go blind, all I'm seein' is red
Better come get your slut, cause she tryin' to do me
Like, what do you know, uh
I put a four in a four, uh
I hit your bitch like the folks
I'm doper than yola, we smokin' on dro
We drove past his home like we out on patrol
We aimin' them scopes if he outta control, uh
Why is you steady stay callin' my phone?
She makin' fantasies out of my songs
I sing her melodies, then do her wrong
But I've been told her we not lastin' king
Land of the free, nah, the land of the lost
Brand new keys, got me whippin', we on
Brand new jeans, bitch, I'm drippin' like Voss
He talk, we paint up his block, Bob Ross
He lost, he outta his mind with the mop
I'm gone, I think I just spilled all the wok

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