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I'm off them drugs Lookin' for the one, bitch, you know that I'm the plug Bitch, I'm booted with my shooters And you know we turnin' up (what?) What, broski keep it tucked, ain't no runnin' up (runnin' up) Bad bitch wanna f*ck, but her wrists cut (wrist, wrist) And she got a butt, I'm just tryna nut (I'm just tryna what?) Shawty said she wanna see me Oh, she on her way to f*ck (ugh) She can't get enough (ugh) Now she said she love me, I look at her like what Bitch, I ride around with the blick on my side (yeah!) F*ck around with me, you'll be a homicide I walk out the house, I'm so fuckin' fly (brr) I know you ain't talkin', you don't even be outside No, this not a game, bitch, look me in my eyes You know what I'm sayin', bitch, don't you act surprised (uh, what?) I'm with the guys (motherfuckin', what?) Mob ties Don't you look at me with those eyes (Fah, fah, fah) I keep my fire (Grrt, doot-doot-doot-doot-doo) Keep my fire on me I walk out the bank with a hunned thou', right on me I walk out the bank, I gotta go get it, I get it, I get it, I get it I run out the money and f*ck up the digits Glock 19, you know I stay with it Glock 19, you know I'mma hit it Again, and again, and again, and again I'm off a E, and I pop me another one Again, and again, and again, and again Like, I'm off a X, and I pop me another one When they gon' get it, gon' get it, gon' get it? My diamonds, they yellow, like I took a piss And I mix it with drank, and I mix it with lemonade