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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, goin' Hogan 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 counter 'cause my soaked
You know my lean nice and cold, some dead folks
You my eyes nice and low, like I make egg rolls, oh
I got them pills, we call 'em
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 power
BET, that's how I'm
I got three followin' me
Ho, ho, ho; I'm down the
Hello, I make her throw away her pussy toys,
Ain't got a job, I make her employed, yeah
She do the money in just her drawers, yeah
I make her out loud, I listen hard
I been models, they been walkin' 'round in towels
They been snortin' powder, I been in here takin'
They countin' for hours, getting kisses by the thousands
Money and the power, they be in here watchin'
All my shooters accurate, codeine a daiquiri
Run up, run up in your factory, mask is on Michael Jackson
Brrrt! Pull up like a
Stereo on max, and nigga your own casket
Nigga say to Rabbit
My lil homies
My lil homies, deranged
They don't the fame
Kill ass then fly to Spain
Ding-ding, coke and ice cream, that shit got a ring
Put my face up in the pussy, I'm just
Yeah, at the world through an automatic
Sweet of pearls, sweet Jesus of Nazareth
Quickly, quickly, quickly, slow, baby
I could turn your baby to a poor baby, baby
Look, I cannot sit down gettin' down
What's new in town? do it now
A couple marbles ain't found
A couple screws been screwed
My father ain't 'round, my heart ain't 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 Bentley on clouds
so underground
I break a bunch of fuckin' vows
Come to you down
All up in your
Use protection you fuck around
Possession of
Imperfection, no
No your transgression
Turn depression to
Got an for expression
no pressure, no discretion
And the F is for the
"Flesh of all the ones, I left 'em, F 'em."

[Verse 2: Zoey
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 nigga
Eat, sleep, shit, rap
Brand new AK, all
Tunechi me this gift wrapped
Your bars sweet, candy,
Hope you pussy get mad
the voodoo on me, witchcraft
Off-White, Gucci, mix
All my diamonds drip, shit
BMW, your 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
choker, crazy, bipolar
Keep my niggas me, I tote 'em
Never be committed, I her
Enough with you niggas, I do not fuck with you
I know I'm stuck with you
Grew up you niggas
We all was cards, scammin' it up with you niggas
Miami ballin', it's a hobby, a nigga Joe Robby
food or hibachi, ATV's, walkie-talkies
Chris Paul, we the rocket
Eight ball, pocket
Ah man, nigga it
You it's Dollaz
When it comes to rap, no
Haha, hold up, to 'em
I'm the out in my city
Bad boy too, ask
Hundred yacht, jet skiin'
Bitches bitches, lesbian
Niggas talkin' beef, see 'em
don't want beef, y'all vegan
If so, come, no
(Yeah, you get it?)
Future put me on, he from
Niggas in my crabs in a barrel
Made it out without help
I can say I did it
Tunechi told me leave this blessed
I killed this shit, no
48, this stretch
Someone tell me next?