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[Verse 1: Lil
I smokin' on the gas
Hocus on the gas
I snorklin' in the cash
Going Krogers the bags
I done went blonde, goin' Hulk on they ass
Tell my "Count me out", and I end up doin' the math
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, some dead folks
You know my eyes nice and low, I make egg rolls, oh
I got them pills, we call 'em
I got the wet, I'm whippin'
I rob his ass like Givens
I get them Ms a mile a
Don't pay bill, I'm power trippin'
BET, how I'm livin'
I got three followin' me
Ho, ho, ho; I'm the chimney
Hello, I make her throw her pussy toys, yeah
got a job, I make her look employed, yeah
She do the count in just her drawers, yeah
I make her count out loud, I hard
I been fuckin' models, been walkin' 'round in towels
been snortin' powder, I been in here takin' downers
They countin' for hours, getting kisses by the thousands
Money and the power, they be in here Power
All my shooters accurate, codeine a daiquiri
Run up, run up in your factory, mask is on like Michael
Brrrt! Pull up like a
Stereo on max, and nigga your own casket
Nigga say hello to
My lil bang
My lil homies, deranged
They want the fame
your ass then fly to Spain
Ding-ding, coke and ice cream, that shit got a nice
Put my up in the pussy, I'm just sight-seeing
Yeah, at the world through an automatic
Sweet mother of pearls, sweet of Nazareth
Quickly, quickly, quickly, gettin' slow,
I turn your baby to a poor baby, sure baby
Look, I cannot sit down without gettin'
new in town? Let's do it now
A couple marbles ain't found
A screws been screwed around
My father been 'round, my heart ain't missed a pound
The system of a down, and been up and down
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 a whole bunch of fuckin' vows
Come to hunt you
All up in section
Use protection when you around
of deception
Imperfection, no
No correct transgression
depression to aggression
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: Dollaz]
Your 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 this wrapped
Your bars sweet, candy,
Hope you pussy get mad
the voodoo on me, witchcraft
Off-White, Gucci, mix
All my diamonds drip, splash
BMW, your bitch gave me top at the W
She told me Dollaz I'm you
These way too emotional, uh
So perkys, I'm barely sober
Diamond choker, crazy,
Keep my niggas me, I tote 'em
Never be committed, I her
Enough with you niggas, I do not fuck you niggas
I know I'm stuck with you
up with you niggas
We all was swipin' cards, it up with you niggas
Miami ballin', it's a hobby, call a Joe Robby
Haitian food or hibachi, ATV's,
Chris Paul, we load the
ball, corner pocket
Ah man, nigga it
You know it's
When it to rap, no problems
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 city in a barrel
it out without y'all help
I can say I did it
Tunechi told me leave this beat
I this shit, no stress
48, this stretch
Someone tell me what's