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Slappin' on the track like some fingers on a bass line Brat actin' wack she be askin' me to facetime Not too fast we be workin' on our safe grind Pull my dick out shoot my kids on her waistline (Yuh) Imma real star now I'm goin' to the store and I'm gon ball out (Uh) And I'm aboutta stroll out I'm in my prime Autobots roll out Imma take the freeway and I'm never goin' back My damn take on full my car full of gas Got six good buds and we rollin' in packs But if I need to dumb it down then we smokin' the thrax Now wait a minute Everybody wanna hit it since I lit it Take a minute hit the limit Hold on wait a minute Full grown sinner did it Why am I so giggly? Anybody wanna tell me why am I so wiggly? But you need to pass the crown Imma hit the base runnin' F*ck up the whole town Imma whole new breed with a whole new sound You could never hold me back cuz I be holdin' it down Now whatchu really really wanna wanna know bout me I got one fear that’s to give away my dreams So Imma live it real long until I'm old and grey To all the people think I'm wrong they can stay that way I'm Playin' the bass like Jack Barlow When I opt to drop in the bass gon blow and now I'm like 007 with MAC 11s cuz I'm takin shots at all the people you don't even know cut Talkin in sevens with Devon's older brother playing and makin' alot of thing That you don't know Doesn’t matter what I say Cuz I sound so good you gon let that play Woooh Yeahhhh Slappin' on the track like some fingers on a bass line Brat actin' wack she be askin' me to facetime Not too fast we be workin' on our safe grind Pull my dick out shoot my kids on her waistline And I'm aboutta stroll out I'm in my prime Autobots roll out I'm Coming to get it Like Jack The Ripper John coming to win it I'm back and bigger I'm livin the life that I never knew I could live And I'm giving more fucks than I knew I could give So what man Gonna get it cuz I'm gonna live it up man I'm a sinner winnin' I been catching dubs man You ain't gonna get it cuz you really suck man You really suck man (But) On the other hand I feel blessed Cuz I'm comin' for the money like the IRS Only got one motto put above the rest Live fast die hard like Bruce Willis And trust me man You don't wanna f*ck a bitch with a spray tan Cuz she gon get that brown on your grey pants And that's a stain for life So tell that bitch to get out my sight hoe Slappin' on the track like some fingers on a bass line Brat actin' wack she be askin' me to facetime Not too fast we be workin' on our safe grind Pull my dick out shoot my kids on her waistline And I'm aboutta stroll out I'm in my prime Autobots roll out (Uh) And I'm aboutta stroll out I'm in my prime Autobots roll out