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Look at my wrist, ain't no cuts just diamonds and they gliss I talk my shit, when it comes fuckin' yo lil bitch We takin off, clean them diamonds up, up with the Voss We never loss, and we throw them bullets like J. Goff We run it up, ain't no bitch that we ain't prolly hit, we prolly fucked Got her hands all on her knees and she shaking butt Pop anotha' pill, run up a mil, we throwin' up Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh We throwin' up Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh You poor as f*ck Damn, why y'all so poor Her brain was so fuckin' wack, I think I'm bout to snore I want more She asked me why I'm evil, baby I'm like this to the core Yeah, my pockets fatter Yeah, my old bitch bad as hell, but my new bitch badder Might just blow my brains out 'cus this shit don't really matter I'm so fuckin' high, f*ck the moon, yeah, we on Saturn And all my opps just talkin' shit, I just love the chatter Uh, Yeah, up on the Twitter But they don't know I got them boys behind me and they hitters Real killers Ran off on the plug, we ain't tryna pay the dealer Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh Aye, just havin' fun Uh, Y'all my sons Aye, ya'll my sons Aye, fuckin' bums F*ck up our lungs What's that white shit in yo bitches mouth, I think that shit my cum Uh, Uh, Uh