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[Verse 1: Lil
I been on the gas
Hocus on the gas
I snorklin' in the cash
Going Krogers 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 on the counter 'cause my bed's soaked
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 water
I rob his ass like Robin
I get Ms a mile 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 away her pussy toys, yeah
Ain't got a job, I make her look employed,
She do the money in just her drawers, yeah
I make her out loud, I listen hard
I been fuckin' models, they been 'round in towels
They been snortin' powder, I in here takin' downers
They been for hours, getting kisses by the thousands
Money and the power, they be in here Power
All my accurate, codeine like a daiquiri
Run up, run up in your factory, is on like Michael Jackson
Brrrt! Pull up a taxi
Stereo on max, and nigga bury your own
say hello to Rabbit
My lil homies
My lil homies, they
They don't want the
Kill your ass then fly to
Ding-ding, and ice cream, that shit got a nice ring
Put my face up in the pussy, I'm sight-seeing
Yeah, starin' at the world an automatic
Sweet mother of pearls, Jesus of Nazareth
Quickly, quickly, quickly, gettin' slow,
I could turn your to a poor baby, sure baby
Look, I cannot sit down without gettin'
What's new in town? do it now
A couple marbles ain't been
A couple screws been screwed
My father ain't 'round, my heart ain't missed a pound
The of a down, and it's been up and down
A psycho, all I'm missin' is the
Sippin' up, I enough to drown
up a pound
High as fuck, a Bentley truck on
Y'all so
I a whole 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]
bitch open so we run in it
Any club, got my gun in it
I even got to touch you dudes
I'll get you killed nigga
Eat, sleep, shit, rap
Brand new AK, all
Tunechi gave me this wrapped
Your bars sweet, candy,
Hope you niggas get mad
Keep the on me, witchcraft
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
bitches way too emotional, uh
So much perkys, I'm barely
Diamond choker, crazy,
Keep my with me, I tote 'em
Never be committed, I her
Enough with you niggas, I do not with you niggas
I know I'm with you niggas
Grew up with you
We all was swipin' cards, scammin' it up 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 Dollaz
When it to rap, no problems
Haha, up, talk to 'em
I'm the hottest out in my
Bad boy too, ask
Hundred yacht, jet skiin'
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 y'all help
I can say I did it
Tunechi told me this beat blessed
I this shit, no stress
48, this stretch
Someone tell me what's