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Had to step up in my pocket I feel just like Peyton Manning And the Bentley extra extra large, I ain't talking bout no Channing Tell the air traffic clear the runway, every time I think bout landing Tell them step back watch me cook, and I ain't talkin' bout no Brandin I ain't no wide receiver And you know my pockets stayin' fat, and I ain't talkin' Peter I ain't talking baseball, but yo ass can get hit just like Jeter And I ain't talkin' Ray Rice every time I need a wife beater We ain't talkin' bout Kareem Hunt Every time we walk up in the party, this shit get turnt up And my bitch do whatever I say, I tell her roll a blunt Baby this shit real life, this shit ain't no fuckin' movie stunt Uh, We get this shit jumpin' Took her to my bedroom and you know we get to straight humpin' Got this UK bitch and she gon eat the dick just like some crumpets Came in with my 223s, and I ain't talkin' bout not Jumpman Aye, my shooters just like Curry 'Cus they got that perfect accuracy and they clip hold bout 30 Had to step out with my Piston(l), and I ain't talkin' jersey No Derulo, when they say my talk is fuckin' dirty Uh, Youngest rapper in my city, what y'all know about the Ville And my dawgs stand behind me, like my name Cruella De Vil And jumper smooth as hell, like that hooper Patty Mills Why talkin' all yo shit, all up on IG reels Why talkin' all that shit and you don't even pay your bills Why you bring yo bitch around when you know I'm finna steal And why you by yourself a gun when you ain't finna kill Uh, Uh, Uh