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(Woah, woah) yeah (Woah, woah, woah)
Yeah
Ride with the XD on me
Put a hole in the nigga
The size of an elephant
You don't want nobody up
In your business, okay
Why the fuck is you telling it?
This lil' ho must think I'm stupid
She tryna collect some evidence
Bentley GT, see, it's roofless
I don't know nothing but elegance
Soon as I drop, they go stupid
I'm 'bout to go make some lettermans
They like, "Wick, man
How you do it? How the
Fuck is you still relevant?"
I don't even like the way this tune hit
I'm 'bout to fuck with the rеsonance
She tryna suck me 'til shе clueless
I'd rather go buy some VETEMENTS
"Really, how many hoes did you hit?"
Can't even give you an estimate
I'm gon' fuck, then I'm gon dub it
I don't know shit 'bout no etiquette
Hit from the back, she say, "Daddy
It's yours, " then okay
Why the fuck is you sellin' it?
We don't keep any of these clothes, we
Don't fuck with the opps, man
That shit is irrelevant
Always knew I'd be the one that
Was gon' make it out, yeah
I knew it was heaven-sent
Devil keep knocking
Think it's time to let him in
Devil said, "Bro
Who the fuck do it better than?"
Devil told me to get back in my element
Devil said, "You gon' be rich
That's a definite"
How the fuck young nigga got rich? He
Don't do nun' but talk and shit
How the fuck he got this whip? Remember
When he used to walk and shit
Niggas better back
Back 'cause I bought the XD 45 in this bitch
How you on lack, lack but you so slime
I guess it's go time in this bitch
Nigga wan' play games, we
Leave the scene red
It's lookin' like Roll Tide in this bitch
She wanna be mine but I promise I
Don't got no ties to this bitch
I'm tryna fuck your friend
She tryna go viral
Finna go live with this bitch
Still want the 'Rari, I want me the 45
Can't let the ho ride in this bitch
Might cop the Tesla and open the doors wide
'cause it ain't no driving in this bitch
Still want the 'Rari, I want me the 45
Ain't giving no rides in this bitch
Ride with the XD on me, put
A hole in the nigga, the size of an elephant
You don't want nobody up
In your business, okay
Why the fuck is you telling it?
This lil' ho must think I'm stupid
She tryna collect some evidence
Bentley GT, see, it's roofless
I don't know nothing but elegance
Soon as I drop, they go stupid
I'm 'bout to go make some lettermans
They like, "Wick, man
How you do it? How the
Fuck is you still relevant?"
I don't even like the way this tune hit
I'm 'bout to fuck with the resonance
She tryna suck me 'til she clueless
I'd rather go buy some VETEMENTS
"Really, how many hoes did you hit?"
Can't even give you an estimate
I'm gon' fuck, then I'm gon dub it
I don't know shit 'bout no etiquette
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