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[Verse 1: Lil
I smokin' on the gas
pocus on the gas
I snorklin' in the cash
Going Krogers with the
I done went blonde, Hulk Hogan 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 on the counter 'cause my bed's soaked
You know my nice and cold, like some dead folks
You know my eyes nice and low, like I egg rolls, oh
I got them pills, we call 'em
I got the wet, I'm whippin'
I rob his ass like Robin
I get them Ms a mile a
Don't pay your bill, I'm trippin'
BET, that's how I'm
I got three followin' me
Ho, ho, ho; I'm the chimney
Hello, I make her throw her pussy toys, yeah
Ain't got a job, I make her look employed,
She do the count 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 been in here takin'
They countin' for hours, getting kisses by the thousands
and the power, they be in here watchin' Power
All my shooters accurate, codeine like a
Run up, run up in factory, mask is on like Michael Jackson
Brrrt! up like a taxi
on max, and nigga bury your own casket
Nigga say to Rabbit
My lil homies
My lil homies, deranged
They want the fame
your ass then fly to Spain
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, sweet Jesus of
Quickly, quickly, quickly, slow, baby
I could turn your baby to a poor baby, sure
Look, I cannot sit down without gettin'
What's new in town? do it now
A marbles ain't been found
A couple screws 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 is the gown
Sippin' up, I piss enough to
Twistin' up a
High as fuck, a Bentley on clouds
so underground
I break a whole of fuckin' vows
Come to you down
All up in your
Use protection you fuck around
Possession of
Imperfection, no
No correct your
depression 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 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
new AK, all black
Tunechi me this gift wrapped
Your sweet, candy, Kit-Kat
Hope you niggas get mad
the voodoo on me, witchcraft
Off-White, Gucci, mix
All my drip, shit splash
Black BMW, bitch gave me top at the W
She me Dollaz I'm over you
These way too emotional, uh
So perkys, I'm barely sober
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 stuck you niggas
Grew up with you
We all was cards, scammin' it up with you niggas
Miami ballin', it's a hobby, a nigga Joe Robby
Haitian food or hibachi, ATV's,
Chris Paul, we load the
Eight ball, corner
Ah man, nigga it
You know it's
When it to rap, no problems
Haha, up, talk to 'em
I'm the hottest out in my
Bad boy too, ask
Hundred foot yacht, jet
kissin' bitches, lesbian
Niggas talkin' beef, see 'em
Y'all don't 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 without help
I can say I did it
Tunechi me leave this beat blessed
I killed shit, no stress
48, this stretch
Someone tell me next?