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[Verse 1: Lil
I been on the gas
Hocus on the gas
I been snorklin' in the
Going with the bags
I done went blonde, goin' Hulk on they ass
Tell my shooters "Count me out", and I end up the math
I been fuckin' in the shower, so my dreads
I been fuckin' on the 'cause my bed's soaked
You know my lean and cold, like some dead folks
You know my eyes nice and low, like I 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 bill, I'm power trippin'
BET, how I'm livin'
I got hoes followin' me
Ho, ho, ho; I'm down the
Hello, I make her throw her pussy toys, yeah
Ain't got a job, I make her look employed,
She do the money count in 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 here downers
been countin' for hours, getting kisses by the thousands
Money and the power, they be in watchin' Power
All my shooters accurate, like a daiquiri
Run up, run up in factory, mask is on like Michael Jackson
Brrrt! up like a taxi
Stereo on max, and nigga bury your own
Nigga say hello to
My lil bang
My lil homies, they
don't want the fame
Kill your ass then fly to
Ding-ding, coke and ice cream, that got a nice ring
Put my up in the pussy, I'm just sight-seeing
Yeah, starin' at the through an automatic
Sweet mother of pearls, sweet Jesus of
Quickly, quickly, quickly, slow, baby
I could turn your to a poor baby, sure baby
Look, I cannot sit without gettin' down
What's new in Let's do it now
A couple ain't been found
A couple screws been around
My father ain't been 'round, my heart ain't missed a
The system of a down, and been up and down
A psycho, all I'm is the gown
Sippin' up, I piss enough to
Twistin' up a
as fuck, a Bentley truck on clouds
Y'all so
I break a bunch of fuckin' vows
Come to hunt you
All up in your
Use when you fuck around
Possession of
Imperfection, no
No correct transgression
Turn to aggression
Got an obsession for
With no pressure, no
And the F is for the
"Flesh of all the fleshless ones, I 'em, F 'em."

[Verse 2: Dollaz]
Your open so we run in it
Any club, got my gun in it
I ain't got to touch you dudes
I'll get you killed young
Eat, sleep, shit, rap
Brand new AK, all
Tunechi gave me this wrapped
Your sweet, candy, Kit-Kat
you pussy niggas get mad
Keep the voodoo on me,
Off-White, Gucci, mix
All my drip, shit splash
BMW, your bitch gave me top at the W
She told me I'm over you
bitches way too emotional, uh
So much perkys, I'm sober
Diamond choker, crazy,
Keep my with me, I tote 'em
Never be committed, I her
Enough with you niggas, I do not fuck with you
I I'm stuck with you niggas
Grew up with you
We all was swipin' cards, it up with you niggas
ballin', it's a hobby, call a nigga Joe Robby
Haitian food or hibachi, ATV's,
Chris Paul, we load the
Eight ball, corner
Ah man, stop it
You know Dollaz
When it comes to rap, no
Haha, hold up, to 'em
I'm the out in my city
Bad boy too, ask
foot yacht, jet skiin'
Bitches kissin' bitches,
Niggas talkin' beef, see 'em
Y'all don't want beef, vegan
If so, come, no
(Yeah, you get it?)
Future put me on, he 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 killed shit, no stress
48, this stretch
Someone me what's next?