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Ain't no brands on my clothes, this not H&M | Too much, yeah, I can go band for band with the ATM | Send her a late DM, now she want to text
(Wake up, F1LTHY) Ain't no brands on my clothes, this not H&M Too much, yeah, I can go band for band with the ATM Send her a late DM, now she want to text Huh, now she want to sex, yeah, I'ma give her the X Huh, put that bitch on her neck I got her in a three-point stance She ask me what brand my pants "Robin jeans," I rob your mans Take your money, then I hit my dance Loaded, woah, ho I'm out the shits, pop-out, a fan want to take a pic When you pop out, don't nobody notice, you'll never live like this If you don't feel me, don't speak on it, shut up He think he Lil Wayne 'cause he got him a milli', lil' nigga, bet up Stones on my neck, huh, I feel like Rosetta She gon' do what I let her, she gon' do what I tell her She gon' do what I said, 'cause I'm the one havin' them racks and shit It's a great chaos, but I'm havin' more, now it's a catastrophe Upside-down cross on my neck, they think it's blasphemy Hope you got insurance on your bitch, 'cause I hit her on accident Holdin' a TEC, yeah, I'm boardin' the jet, popped a G6 on a G6 Said you gon' do what? Huh? Too much, huh? Move like Donald Trump Pockets stick out like the mumps, take your bitch to Sephora You can be my Barbie, huh, if I adore ya I have 'em keyed like Swizz, ain't sharin' shit, huh, you can't get a switch Pour out the seal, yeah, codeine, codeine, I can't feel shit Huh, huh, huh, I came a long way, I came from the dirt She came more than once, now I got it on my shirt I'm havin' Franklins, not Kirk I'm not a jock, bitch, or a jerk I take a thot bitch and turn her up In this bitch, just me and my cup Don't measure shit, just pour that shit up Got a blick, you know that it's tucked No competition, these niggas suck I'm sendin' shots, better duck You better have a bulletproof truck Say you a opp, nigga, link up AR-15 sing Aretha, I slimed out my teacher Green shirt clutchin' on my blick, bitch, it's nice to meet you You can keep the good girls, bring me the thots and eaters You can't calculate this shit, lil' bitch, I'm off the meter, huh, huh, huh You can't calculate this shit, 'cause I'm off the meter, yeah
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