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[Verse 1: Lil
I smokin' on the gas
pocus on the gas
I been in the cash
Going with the bags
I done blonde, goin' Hulk Hogan on they ass
Tell my shooters "Count me out", and I end up doin' the
I been in the shower, so my dreads soaked
I been fuckin' on the counter 'cause my bed's
You know my lean nice and cold, like some dead
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 water
I rob his ass like Robin
I get them Ms a a minute
Don't pay your bill, I'm trippin'
BET, how I'm livin'
I got three followin' me
Ho, ho, ho; I'm the chimney
Hello, I her throw away her pussy toys, yeah
Ain't got a job, I make her employed, yeah
She do the money count in her drawers, yeah
I make her count out loud, I listen
I been fuckin' models, they been walkin' in towels
They been snortin' powder, I in here takin' downers
been countin' for hours, getting kisses by the thousands
Money and the power, be in here watchin' Power
All my accurate, codeine like a daiquiri
Run up, run up in your factory, mask is on like Jackson
Brrrt! up like a taxi
on max, and nigga bury your own casket
Nigga say hello to
My lil homies
My lil homies, deranged
They want the fame
Kill your ass then fly to
Ding-ding, coke and ice cream, that got a nice ring
Put my face up in the pussy, I'm just
Yeah, starin' at the world an automatic
Sweet mother of pearls, sweet of Nazareth
Quickly, quickly, quickly, gettin' slow,
I could turn your baby to a poor baby, baby
Look, I sit down without gettin' down
new in town? Let's do it now
A couple ain't been found
A couple screws screwed around
My father ain't been 'round, my heart missed a pound
The system of a down, and it's up and down
A psycho, all I'm is the gown
up, I piss enough to drown
Twistin' up a
High as fuck, a truck on clouds
so underground
I a whole bunch of fuckin' vows
to hunt you down
All up in your
Use when you fuck around
of deception
Imperfection, no
No your transgression
depression to aggression
Got an obsession for
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 got to touch you dudes
get you killed young nigga
Eat, sleep, shit, rap
Brand new AK, all
Tunechi gave me gift wrapped
Your sweet, candy, Kit-Kat
Hope you pussy get mad
Keep the voodoo on me,
Off-White, Gucci, mix
All my diamonds drip, shit
Black BMW, your bitch me top at the W
She told me Dollaz I'm you
These way too emotional, uh
So perkys, I'm barely sober
choker, crazy, bipolar
Keep my niggas with me, I 'em
Never be committed, I her
with you niggas, I do not fuck with you niggas
I know I'm stuck you niggas
Grew up with you
We all was swipin' cards, scammin' it up you niggas
ballin', it's a hobby, call a nigga Joe Robby
Haitian or hibachi, ATV's, walkie-talkies
Chris Paul, we load the
ball, corner pocket
Ah man, nigga it
You know Dollaz
When it comes to rap, no
Haha, up, talk to 'em
I'm the out in my city
Bad boy too, ask
Hundred foot yacht, jet
Bitches bitches, lesbian
talkin' beef, let's see 'em
Y'all want beef, y'all vegan
If so, come, no
(Yeah, you get it?)
Future put me on, he Atlanta
in my city crabs in a barrel
Made it out without help
I can say I did it
Tunechi told me this beat blessed
I killed shit, no stress
48, this stretch
Someone tell me what's