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I'm mixing the dirty Sprite like I'm Pluto Mixing the black scale with the buckle Mixing the Gucci with the Versace That's basic Mixing the rick owens with the Doc Martians She trynna suck my dick I aint trynna blow all in her face I'm like f*ck it Like she fell in some paint The bracelets blinding yo vision I hope you don't mind This OG chain on my neck I'm unique Cut-up jeans I'm in my rockstar era Ratchet hoe trynna play it cool But she a bop I know she ran through the whole gang I'm not a pop star I'm just Dredd I'm shining just look at my neck hoe Over godly been the wave for a minute Blacked-out eyes they think they possessed Nah It's just the ink mane Been hanging on my own don't try to get in here If I text you again I know you suck good This cup in my hand it's stuck like some glue Don't try to run up on me Cause I'll just flip the switch and you goin feel this torch They be talking on the internet when I know they ain't doing shit Never catch me in these sweats I'm not a bum I keep it classy like I'm big CEO I'm used to this solo shit I don't ask for a handout Bang