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Yeah K Slime Yeah, look Finna pop that shit right quick Pass me the cup, yeah Here we go Bitches movin' funny post some money on my story We gon' see these hoes change, I done did everything I speed round the whole game I ain't gettin' splits brodie, cause I need the whole thang I been in my own lane Try to cut me off, you get hit with a K It ain't me brodie, hit you look at me the wrong way And I'm in this bitch till the motherfuckin' grave Talkin' bout you want it, but you scared to go and grab it If you really wanna do it, we can really make it happen With my right hand man, left hand in the jacket Tote big bands, all of a sudden bitches dancin' I ain't even gotta say it for who get it, then you get it All that blowin' up my phone, startin' to think it's more than rappin' All that talkin' to me crazy, like you own me imma grown man brodie I be talkin' down, cause I don't want nothin' from you Take notes nigga, ain't no need for the tough shit Niggas tryna stunt, Macy watchin' from the front seat I just watched this nigga blow 100 count nothin Step the f*ck back, before my niggas get jumpy Big black trucks behind me in traffic You can't see inside my windows, they be tinted Yeah, I just stopped by ammunition, we got ammunition Yeah, niggas get on drank, and all of a sudden they start switchin' When we up the Glock on him, you know we ain't gon' miss em' VVS's, they be spinnin' diamonds hittin' yeah I broke the money counter, had them 100's spinnin' yeah And I just spent 100's on brand new drip, yeah She suck that dick, and then I nutted on her lip, yeah You already know what it is, f*ck nigga I'm bout to go in on this beat, it ain't no stoppin' nigga I pop my shit on a whole nother level nigga Comin' through with the stick, ready to drill a nigga Ready to drill a nigga, bah-bah-bah-bah Fuckin' on your bitch, I had her on my top-top Up in the trap, countin' up them big knots-knots Yeah, and these niggas, they know I can't stop-stop Yeah, yeah, no I can't stop Yeah, yeah, and I'm bout to pop Yeah, yeah, bitch I got rocks Yeah, yeah, goin' for 30 a pop Why you playin' with the gang? You must wanna get shot Pull up in the whip, and skrrt-skrrt, then I'm takin' you out Pocket full of smurfs, when I walk in the club I ain't buyin' nobody bottles, I ain't showin' love Make a QP disappear, call it magic Stuntin' on these niggas, it's a habit when you get this rich In Orlando ballin' like the fuckin' magic Put a laser beam on your head, nigga get down Walk inside the trap, I don't make no sound In the trap, we don't make no sound Yeah, yeah We don't make no sound Yeah, and I'm smokin' out the pound Yeah, Imma slide with the rounds With the gang, we gon' hit em' with the rounds, yeah