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Yeah Q-q-quarexd Bitch Shawty finna f*ck right here tomorrow I snatch his bitch, leave that boy in sorrow Shawty got an ass, throwing back that cargo I am so fly, bitches call me far-goer And you'd still flop with the bar lower, talking far lower Don't f*ck with opps, bitch they far over You make shit songs, just tell me when your bars are over Yeah, leave your stone unturned If he fall off, get the leaf blower Labels get your ass signed, I don't need homework My bae said that I'm a four leaf clover Said she happy to have me And they capping, they all acting Print out the script, and meanwhile I spit facts See how they get mad, these bitches can't stand me Attorney gave a discount, cause I acted clueless Tell the salesman chill out, I already want a new whip Aint nobody hop in less we could really use em Break the rules so much, forgot I wasn't supposed to do this And I gotta taste for these things I feel like Santa, breaking and entering Take what I need from those hating on me My bitch like a frog (Do I have to explain what that means) Shawty finna f*ck right here tomorrow I snatch his bitch, leave that boy in sorrow Shawty got an ass, throwing back that cargo I am so fly, bitches call me fargoer And you'd still flop with the bar lower, talking far lower Don't f*ck with opps, bitch they far over You make shit songs, just tell me when your bars are over Asking questions, but that's not what I raise my hands for P.O. hand a cup, now it looking like my Lambo Said he wanna front, now he finna take the backdoor You on some bullshit, and that aint what I stand for I don't stand for your shit, I don't stand, like a stool And that choppa put metal in your lungs like a juul Bitch we pull up to the function and we acting afool Ice on my wrist, but I still think immigrants are cool Ayy, but it's really f*ck the rules though The rules broke, half of them just there to be cruel though Don't blame a motherfucker for finding a loophole useful F*ck the cops, f*ck it all, yeah, what it do hoe Talk shit, no you don't That's a few bros cracking a few jokes at your funeral Ask what I'm doing tomorrow, but you know Shawty finna f*ck right here tomorrow I snatch his bitch, leave that boy in sorrow Shawty got an ass, throwing back that cargo I am so fly, bitches call me far-goer And you'd still flop with the bar lower, talking far lower Don't f*ck with opps, bitch they far over You make shit songs, just tell me when your bars are over