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Bitch I'm back hoe Shoot like I'm a clipper, walking bucket, check the stats hoe Make that money, damn I'm getting richer, need that bag hoe I heard yous a bitch who's talking shit, come get some hands hoe Need a presi watch and cuban chains, no Fidel Castro Dive in the pit, no swan bitch I'm bouta blow like a bomb bitch Out in LA with the palm trees Look at my neck, it's on freeze Brand new fit, told'em peep my stance Told that hoe she ain't in my plans Brand new J's, but I still rock Vans S14, can't get no lamb They wanna peep my money, my chain, my swag, my flow, like goddamn Yo bitch swinging round us, goin down on us, she scream like tarzan Fiver percent tint on the whip, with an all black fit, got me feeling like batman Hop on that beat, go loco, bitch I go crazy, think I'm a madman Bitches think they Carti, saying "Imma die lit" I can't die young, paranoia, keep a stick, aye Yo bitch poppin pussy, I be poppin on my hits You get disrespectful, watch you crumble like a ritz Bitch I'm back hoe Shoot like I'm a clipper, walking bucket, check the stats hoe Make that money, damn I'm getting richer, need that bag hoe I heard yous a bitch who talking shit, come get some hands hoe Need a presi watch and cuban chains, no Fidel Castro