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She wanna talk on the phone 12 look at me what's that purpley shit in your foam I got this big ass chopper its ready to blow His bitch she with me, yeah Had to crack her and tell her to go, yeah I'm getting rich, you getting mad He talking shit we gone blow at his ass They look at my crystals like boy what is that? I'm sonning these niggas I should be your dad Finessing these niggas I go get a bag I'm in that vette and i'm going too fast Digital shit on my d-d-d-dash With your bitch and she shaking that Nah i'm just playing but your bitch a fan Boy I got choppers but not on the gram Spray at the oppers while we in the van Too many drums feel like we in a band Don't worry bout what i'm accomplishing man You act like you rich you got negative bands And i'm with your bitch she gave neck in a Benz If she was with you why she texting me then? I'm with my big dog nigga like Beethoven We finna cook him, like easy bake oven She think she riding with me but she ain't coming Had that bitch pull out my dick and she ate on it We got choppas Self-defense they try to mop us It's self defense if they try to mop us Don't f*ck with you cause you f*ck with the coppers And i'll shoot at you if you try to stop us And don't run up on me I keep me a glock tucked She wanna talk on the phone 12 look at me what's that purpley shit in your foam I got this big ass chopper its ready to blow His bitch she with me, yeah Had to crack her and tell her to go, yeah She wanna talk on the phone 12 look at me what's that purpley shit in your foam I got this big ass chopper its ready to blow His bitch she with me, yeah Had to crack her and tell her to go, yeah