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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 "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 my bed's soaked
You know my lean nice and cold, some dead folks
You know my eyes nice and low, like I egg rolls, oh
I got pills, we call 'em illies
I got the wet, I'm whippin'
I rob his ass Robin Givens
I get them Ms a a minute
Don't pay your bill, I'm power
BET, how I'm livin'
I got hoes followin' me
Ho, ho, ho; I'm down the
Hello, I make her throw her pussy toys, yeah
Ain't got a job, I make her employed, yeah
She do the money in just her drawers, yeah
I make her count out loud, I listen
I been fuckin' models, they been 'round in towels
They been snortin' powder, I been in takin' downers
been countin' for hours, getting kisses by the thousands
Money and the power, they be in here watchin'
All my shooters accurate, like a daiquiri
Run up, run up in your factory, mask is on Michael Jackson
Brrrt! Pull up like a
Stereo on max, and nigga bury own casket
Nigga say to Rabbit
My lil homies
My lil homies, deranged
don't want the fame
Kill ass then fly to Spain
Ding-ding, coke and ice cream, shit got a nice ring
Put my face up in the pussy, I'm just
Yeah, at the world through an automatic
mother of pearls, sweet Jesus of Nazareth
Quickly, quickly, quickly, slow, baby
I could turn your baby to a poor baby, sure
Look, I sit down without gettin' down
new in town? Let's do it now
A couple marbles been found
A couple screws been around
My father ain't been 'round, my heart ain't missed a
The system of a down, and been up and down
A psycho, all I'm missin' is the
Sippin' up, I piss to drown
Twistin' up a
High as fuck, a truck on clouds
so underground
I break a bunch of fuckin' vows
to hunt you down
All up in section
Use when you fuck around
of deception
Imperfection, no
No your transgression
Turn depression to
Got an obsession for
no pressure, no discretion
And the F is for the
"Flesh of all the ones, I left 'em, F 'em."

[Verse 2: Dollaz]
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 gave me this gift
Your bars sweet, candy,
you pussy niggas get mad
Keep the voodoo on me,
Off-White, Gucci, mix
All my drip, shit splash
Black BMW, your bitch me top at the W
She told me Dollaz I'm you
These way too emotional, uh
So much perkys, I'm sober
Diamond choker, crazy,
Keep my niggas with me, I 'em
Never be committed, I her
Enough with you niggas, I do not fuck you niggas
I know I'm stuck you niggas
up with you niggas
We all was cards, scammin' it up with you niggas
ballin', it's a hobby, call a nigga Joe Robby
Haitian food or hibachi, ATV's,
Paul, we load the rocket
Eight ball, corner
Ah man, stop it
You it's Dollaz
When it to rap, no problems
Haha, up, talk to 'em
I'm the out in my city
Bad boy too, ask
Hundred yacht, jet skiin'
Bitches bitches, lesbian
Niggas 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 from
Niggas in my crabs in a barrel
Made it out without y'all
I can say I did it
Tunechi told me leave this blessed
I killed shit, no stress
48, this stretch
Someone tell me what's