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[Verse 1: Lil
I been on the gas
Hocus on the gas
I been in the cash
Going with the bags
I done went blonde, Hulk Hogan on they ass
Tell my "Count me out", and I end up doin' the math
I been fuckin' in the shower, so my soaked
I been on the counter 'cause my bed's soaked
You know my nice and cold, like some dead folks
You know my nice and low, like I make egg rolls, oh
I got pills, we call 'em illies
I got the wet, I'm whippin'
I rob his ass like Robin
I get them Ms a mile a
Don't pay your bill, I'm power
BET, that's how I'm
I got hoes followin' me
Ho, ho, ho; I'm the chimney
Hello, I make her away her pussy toys, yeah
got a job, I make her look employed, yeah
She do the money in just her drawers, yeah
I make her count out loud, I hard
I been fuckin' models, they been 'round in towels
They been snortin' powder, I been in takin' downers
been countin' for hours, getting kisses by the thousands
Money and the power, be in here watchin' Power
All my shooters accurate, like a daiquiri
Run up, run up in your factory, mask is on like Michael
Brrrt! Pull up a taxi
Stereo on max, and bury your own casket
Nigga say to Rabbit
My lil homies
My lil homies, deranged
They want the fame
Kill your ass then fly to
Ding-ding, coke and ice cream, that shit got a nice
Put my face up in the pussy, I'm sight-seeing
Yeah, starin' at the world through an
Sweet mother of pearls, sweet of Nazareth
Quickly, quickly, quickly, gettin' slow,
I could turn your baby to a baby, sure baby
Look, I cannot sit down without down
new in town? Let's do it now
A couple marbles been found
A screws been screwed around
My father ain't been 'round, my heart ain't a pound
The system of a down, and it's been up and
A psycho, all I'm missin' is the
up, I piss enough to drown
Twistin' up a
as fuck, a Bentley truck on clouds
Y'all so
I break a whole bunch of vows
to hunt you down
All up in your
Use protection when you around
of deception
Imperfection, no
No correct transgression
Turn to aggression
Got an for expression
With no pressure, no
And the F is for the
"Flesh of all the ones, I left 'em, F 'em."

[Verse 2: Zoey
bitch open so we run in it
Any club, got my gun in it
I ain't even got to you dudes
I'll get you killed nigga
Eat, sleep, shit, rap
new AK, all black
Tunechi gave me gift wrapped
Your bars sweet, candy,
Hope you niggas get mad
the voodoo on me, witchcraft
Off-White, Gucci, mix
All my drip, shit splash
Black BMW, bitch gave me top at the W
She told me I'm over you
These way too emotional, uh
So much perkys, I'm barely
Diamond choker, crazy,
Keep my with me, I tote 'em
Never be committed, I her
with you niggas, I do not fuck with you niggas
I I'm stuck with you niggas
up with you niggas
We all was swipin' cards, scammin' it up with you
Miami ballin', a hobby, call a nigga Joe Robby
food or hibachi, ATV's, walkie-talkies
Chris Paul, we load the
ball, corner pocket
Ah man, stop it
You know it's
it comes to rap, no problems
Haha, hold up, to 'em
I'm the hottest out in my
Bad boy too, ask
foot yacht, jet skiin'
Bitches bitches, lesbian
talkin' beef, let's see 'em
Y'all don't beef, y'all vegan
If so, come, no
(Yeah, you get it?)
put me on, he from Atlanta
Niggas in my crabs in a barrel
Made it out without help
I can say I did it
Tunechi me leave this beat blessed
I this shit, no stress
First 48, this
Someone tell me what's