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Aw it's to early for this shit (Phew) Ridin' roun' got that blick tucked This bitch on my phone playing and shit I need my dick sucked And I got a dread head shooter look like Kill Bunk And I'm with this white hoe She off x she think I'm Donald Trump Off that perc I can't see down or up (Down or up) Phew, l-lil hoe not getting no love All we do is pour up Don't got room for no one Imma touch a honey bun Then imma get a hundred mo' Bitch my pocket got a gun I ain't scared to let it blow (Fllt phew fllt phew) H-h-h-ha-ha I'm tryna up the sco' Put that deagle on his nose Tombstone, red rose I just fucked a red bone Big ass chrome, to his dome Catch him while he home alone Phew, now that boy gone I-I got your main bitch, singing my song I just want the brain, don't take off your thong Stand on my money, you know that shit long He don't got no money like what that boy on? He don't got no money he going out bad Hating ass nigga why they going out sad F-F-Four five bullets gone leave that boy dead Four five bullets gone send that boy back I got that strap, bitch you know I cant lack Fllt, I got a whole lot of racks Fllt, I'm in that four door track hawk jeep, and you know that shit all black Fllt, doing two-hundred for no fucking reason, ye hope I don't crash Fllt, oh that's your bitch, well she keep on looking cus' I got all of this cash (Ridin' roun' got that blick tucked This bitch on my phone playing and shit I need my dick sucked And I got a dread head shooter look like Kill Bunk And I'm with this white hoe She off x she think I'm Donald Trump, uhhh) Ridin' roun' got that blick tucked This bitch on my phone playing and shit I need my dick sucked And I got a dread head shooter look like Kill Bunk And I'm with this white hoe She off x she think I'm Donald Trump Off that perc I can't see down or up (Down or up) Phew, lil hoe not getting no love All we do is pour up Don't got room for no one Imma touch a honey bun Then imma get a hundred mo' Bitch my pocket got a gun I ain't scared to let it blow