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Like what you do to me? Huh, like what you do to me? Rollin, rollin, rollin, huh, yeah we roll up two for me Tell them boys to shoot, yeah they gonna shoot for me Stop tryna lie, there ain't nothing between you and me Sorry I don't like you there ain't nothing you can do for me Pass her to the bros', she got nun to do with me Switching to the rolls, f*ck it might just crash the coupe with me Shooting that boy up, f*ck it chop him up and put him on a shirt Yeah they love running they mouth, f*ck it put him in the dirt And then hop out in a mazi, and then that bitch go Skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt Yeah they love to fucking lurk, lurk, lurk And that bitch she love to flirt, flirt, flirt Huh, that pussy talking down huh, had the audacity Huh, little does he know I got his bitch counting the racks with me Pull up on that boy, yeah she smoking on that pack with me What we smoking? Man this shit too loud Huh, back up on the day you didn't want me, want me now Huh, back up on the day you didn't want me, lovely now Back up in the day you talking shit, you love me now Back up in the day you didn't care, wonder for me now Back up in the day you didn't care, now you worry for me now Huh, like make yo mind up, make yo mind up Bitch i'm rocking Gucci, Louis, Fendi, all designer Bitch i'm boutta blow like Osama, this shit my time (yeah) And while these gritz ass motherfuckers talking down, i' ma just shine (yeah) Oh you love talking about me, i'm stuck in yo head All I sip is drink, hold on, all I sip is red And because of me, look at all the tears you shed Hopped out in a coupe all red, and you know that bitch go Skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt And they love to fucking lurk, lurk, lurk And that bitch she love to flirt, flirt, flirt.