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[Verse 1: Lil
I smokin' on the gas
Hocus on the gas
I snorklin' in the cash
Going with the bags
I went blonde, goin' 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 dreads
I been fuckin' on the counter 'cause my bed's
You know my lean and cold, like some dead folks
You know my eyes and low, like I make egg rolls, oh
I got them pills, we call 'em
I got the wet, I'm whippin'
I rob his ass Robin Givens
I get Ms a mile a minute
pay your bill, I'm power trippin'
BET, how I'm livin'
I got three hoes me
Ho, ho, ho; I'm the chimney
Hello, I make her throw away her toys, yeah
Ain't got a job, I her look employed, yeah
She do the money in just her drawers, yeah
I make her count out loud, I hard
I been models, they been walkin' 'round in towels
They snortin' powder, I been in here takin' downers
They been countin' for hours, getting kisses by the
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 Jackson
Brrrt! up like a taxi
Stereo on max, and nigga your own casket
Nigga say to Rabbit
My lil homies
My lil homies, they
don't want the fame
Kill ass then fly to Spain
Ding-ding, coke and ice cream, shit got a nice ring
Put my up in the pussy, I'm just sight-seeing
Yeah, starin' at the world an automatic
mother of pearls, sweet Jesus of Nazareth
Quickly, quickly, quickly, gettin' slow,
I could turn baby to a poor baby, sure baby
Look, I cannot sit without gettin' down
What's new in Let's do it now
A couple marbles been found
A couple screws been around
My father ain't been 'round, my ain't missed a pound
The system of a down, and it's 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 whole bunch of vows
to hunt you down
All up in section
Use protection when you around
Possession of
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 fleshless ones, I 'em, F 'em."

[Verse 2: Zoey
Your bitch so we run in it
Any club, got my gun in it
I even got to touch you dudes
I'll get you young nigga
Eat, sleep, shit, rap
new AK, all black
Tunechi me this gift wrapped
Your sweet, candy, Kit-Kat
Hope you pussy get mad
Keep the voodoo on me,
Off-White, Gucci, mix
All my drip, shit splash
Black BMW, bitch gave me top at the W
She told me Dollaz I'm you
These way too emotional, uh
So much perkys, I'm barely
choker, crazy, bipolar
Keep my with me, I tote 'em
be committed, I told her
Enough you niggas, I do not fuck with you niggas
I I'm stuck with you niggas
Grew up with you
We all was swipin' cards, scammin' it up with you
Miami ballin', it's a hobby, a nigga Joe Robby
Haitian or hibachi, ATV's, walkie-talkies
Chris Paul, we the rocket
Eight ball, pocket
Ah man, nigga it
You it's Dollaz
it comes to rap, no problems
Haha, up, talk to 'em
I'm the out in my city
Bad boy too, ask
Hundred foot yacht, jet
Bitches bitches, lesbian
Niggas talkin' beef, 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 city crabs in a
Made it out without help
I can say I did it
told me leave this beat blessed
I killed shit, no stress
48, this stretch
Someone me what's next?