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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 blonde, goin' Hulk Hogan on they ass
Tell my shooters "Count me out", and I end up doin' the
I fuckin' in the shower, so my dreads soaked
I been on the counter 'cause my bed's soaked
You know my lean nice and cold, like dead folks
You my eyes nice and low, like I make egg rolls, oh
I got them pills, we 'em illies
I got the wet, I'm water
I rob his ass Robin Givens
I get Ms a mile a minute
Don't pay bill, I'm power trippin'
BET, how I'm livin'
I got three 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 look employed,
She do the money count in her drawers, yeah
I make her count out loud, I listen
I fuckin' models, they been walkin' 'round in towels
They been snortin' powder, I in here takin' downers
been countin' for hours, getting kisses by the thousands
Money and the power, they be in here Power
All my shooters accurate, like a daiquiri
Run up, run up in your factory, is on like Michael Jackson
Brrrt! Pull up like a
Stereo on max, and bury your own casket
Nigga say hello to
My lil homies
My lil homies, they
They want the fame
your ass then fly to Spain
Ding-ding, coke and ice cream, that shit got a nice
Put my face up in the pussy, I'm just
Yeah, starin' at the world an automatic
Sweet of pearls, sweet Jesus of Nazareth
Quickly, quickly, quickly, gettin' slow,
I could your baby to a poor baby, sure baby
Look, I cannot sit down without down
What's new in Let's do it now
A couple marbles been found
A screws been screwed around
My father ain't been 'round, my heart ain't 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
Y'all so
I break a whole bunch of vows
Come to hunt you
All up in your
Use protection when you around
Possession of
Imperfection, no
No correct your
Turn to aggression
Got an obsession for
With no pressure, no
And the F is for the
"Flesh of all the ones, I left '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 young
Eat, sleep, shit, rap
new AK, all black
Tunechi me this gift wrapped
Your sweet, candy, Kit-Kat
Hope you niggas get mad
Keep the voodoo on me,
Off-White, Gucci, mix
All my drip, shit splash
Black BMW, bitch gave me top at the W
She told me I'm over you
bitches way too emotional, uh
So perkys, I'm barely sober
choker, crazy, bipolar
Keep my niggas with me, I 'em
be committed, I told her
Enough with you niggas, I do not with you niggas
I know I'm stuck you niggas
up with you niggas
We all was swipin' cards, scammin' it up you niggas
ballin', it's a hobby, call a nigga Joe Robby
Haitian or hibachi, ATV's, walkie-talkies
Chris Paul, we the rocket
ball, corner pocket
Ah man, nigga it
You know Dollaz
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 bitches, lesbian
Niggas beef, let's see 'em
Y'all don't want beef, vegan
If so, come, no
(Yeah, you get it?)
put me on, he from Atlanta
Niggas in my crabs in a barrel
Made it out without help
I can say I did it
Tunechi told me leave this beat
I killed this shit, no
First 48, stretch
Someone me what's next?