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Get my name tatted if you like my vibe I told that bitch come and slide, so she slide I got a foreign in the back, she wanna ride I got a bitch on my dick, she wanna ride Uh, you gon' die He was talkin' shit up on the net, I wanna kill that ho They love talkin' bout my life, but they don't really know Like she could never be my wife, cause this bitch is a ho Like she don't never pick a side, she fuckin' on my bros Slide in with the pole, creep up in your fuckin' home This shit gon' pop your dome, my jeans be L.A. denim chrome I told that bitch slide tonight, but he ain't slide at all You a fuckin' pussy, in your eyes I see it all Yo, you a bitch, huh I pull up on you, tryna f*ck Up to my cup, and it's purple when I piss Shawty says she wan, huh, huh Yo, shawty says she wan tell these to see my, huh And it's bad, it's hot metal And its gon' hug you, I know, I look and stop You ain't fuckin' with that two-track dog, dog Fuckin' with trap, they say enough, enough Walk in the trap and im smoking that Walk in the trap she doing the most Walk in the trap, money all on the floor Walk in the trap, and they do it for low Walk in the trap, my money so long Fuckin' with trap, and it's Do, do not answer, on no, door Me and my gang gon' be top 3 We finna roll up, 3-5 in this Loose sleeve Poppin' a bunch of stuff im tryn geek geek up in mars Smoke with you bitch, we watchin' stars I swerve in the lane like this NASCAR You can't run too far Yeah, you can't run too far Yeah, bring that gun out, he too far Talkin' on the gang, I'll send him to the Lord You know my bank, he rattin' Tron Me and my gang got that pack Yo, bitch, say im two, natural That shit goofy, I just don't f*ck with you Keep my circle small, make all racks They don't have a clue