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  Okay
  On God
  Quit playin
  Yeah, yeah, yeah, gas
  Gas, yeah, yeah
  Bitch, we gon spark up some shit, make it litty 
  Glock 17 just fire with a titty 
  Thats fifty rounds, I dont think that he with it 
  Sold the FN and went back, got the Glizzy 
  Bitch, Im still ridin and been hot for a minute 
  Ima still slide cause I been bout my business 
  Yeah, shoot out you lil niggas trippin 
  You know they shootin, but nobody hittin
  Catch me in the mall, on some trippin 
  He talk he a shooter, but he ended up snitchin 
  We keep the front door, raid the house and get missin 
  The trap go from zero to six, they in 
  Give a fuck bout Fendi, you never been 
  He runnin your mouth, well, thats how you be sayin shit 
  Shut the fuck up, close your mouth if its 
  If you about morning, then you fuckin listen 
  They say how I know cause, lil nigga, I did 
  She drive the boat cause she tryna get tipped
  Zoom, we on the jetskis in the winter
  He got on an R&B, but the car full of killers 
  Fuck, see, nigga, he not a member 
  Who the fuck that they hidin?
  You cant buy me in the like Im fifty
  Fore I sit down, let my shirt face my blick
  You know that, hold that
  Which one yall wanna toe-tag?
  I been there before, where I go back
  My bitch a dancer, I turn it up, got these hoes mad
  I catch that ass when she throw that
  I need a camera, Jesus himself put this fit on
  Hop out the Vette with that shit on
  They tried to step and got hit on 
  Shots out that Maybach, let that bitch go out the window 
  Make that bitch sound like Pooh Shiesty
   go through all these Nikes, I got them strikers
   a nigga excited
  Strike me a nigga like Liley
  Doo-doo
  Bitch-ass nigga
  Long live G
  Bitch, we gon spark up some shit, make it litty 
  Glock 17 just fire with a titty 
  Thats fifty rounds, I dont think that he with it 
  Sold the FN and went back, got the Glizzy 
  Bitch, Im still ridin and been hot for a minute 
  Ima still slide cause I been bout my business 
  Yeah, shoot out you lil niggas trippin 
  You know they shootin, but nobody hittin
  Catch me in the mall, on some trippin 
  He talk he a shooter, but he ended up snitchin 
  We keep the front door, raid the house and get missin 
  The trap go from zero to six, they in 
  Give a fuck bout Fendi, you never been 
  He runnin your mouth, well, thats how you be sayin shit 
  Shut the fuck up, close your mouth if its 
  If you about morning, then you fuckin listen 
  They say how I know cause, lil nigga, I did 
  She drive the boat cause she tryna get tipped