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Ooh, Sav, killed it I wanna take my clothes off Yop, I had to run my sacks up like St Nick Niggas hear me shit-talk and find a way to hate it Let me hear that shit in person, you gon' have to hate this Other day I hit your bitch with no clothes on Talking foul on the bitch, she say I'm colder then frozone I been grinding big time, I got my roll on Smoking cake batter off the Teremana, I'm like, hold on It's getting hot up in this bitch, but I ain't Nelly They thought I left the rap game, I came back, I'm getting ready Brodie love to sip the drank, he came back with Potbelly I been trying to run it up, but I ain't going like Teddy Boy, I been trying to get this dough like Ice Cube Tom telling me to drop, but he don't know I hate views Ziggy slid with the chop he faced dude Wake up and first thing on my mind is make blues I been getting this chicken like Colonel Sanders Brodie busting shit for free, but he ain't doing it on camera Big bag of white kush like Danny Phantom Niggas rather stay broke and hate on me, they get dismantled Lil' nigga talk shit, I'm calling Bobo Put yo phone on the dresser, baby, we ain't doing photos Asking if I rap, you dumber than a DoDo Bro just fucked up a bag and made it back, shout out bro doe My vision clear, but pockets fat, Luh' Tyler If you speaking on the gang, we dumping cannons like Mariah All I said was two words, sent higher Gang slid with the chop and let em burn in the fire Got the heat, but I ain't talking Tyler Herro Why you flexing on the gram? bank account say zero Fell off, but still the one like I'm D-Rose Nigga thought he got off smoove, Kell hit em through the peephole