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[Verse 1: Lil
I smokin' on the gas
pocus on the gas
I snorklin' in the cash
Going with the bags
I done blonde, goin' Hulk Hogan on they ass
my shooters "Count me out", and I end up doin' the math
I been fuckin' in the shower, so my soaked
I been on the counter 'cause my bed's soaked
You my lean nice and cold, like some dead folks
You know my nice and low, like I make egg rolls, oh
I got pills, we call 'em illies
I got the wet, I'm water
I rob his ass like Givens
I get them Ms a mile a
pay your bill, I'm power trippin'
BET, that's how I'm
I got three hoes me
Ho, ho, ho; I'm down the
Hello, I make her away 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 listen
I been fuckin' models, been walkin' 'round in towels
been snortin' powder, I been in here takin' downers
They been countin' for hours, kisses by the thousands
Money and the power, they be in watchin' Power
All my shooters accurate, codeine like a
Run up, run up in your factory, mask is on like Jackson
Brrrt! Pull up like a
on max, and nigga bury your own casket
Nigga say hello to
My lil bang
My lil homies, they
They don't want the
Kill your ass then fly to
Ding-ding, coke and ice cream, that shit got a ring
Put my face up in the pussy, I'm just
Yeah, at the world through an automatic
Sweet mother of pearls, sweet Jesus of
Quickly, quickly, quickly, slow, baby
I could turn your to a poor baby, sure baby
Look, I cannot sit down without down
new in town? Let's do it now
A couple marbles been found
A couple screws been screwed
My father ain't been 'round, my ain't missed a pound
The system of a down, and it's been up and
A psycho, all I'm is the gown
Sippin' up, I piss to drown
Twistin' up a
High as fuck, a Bentley truck on
Y'all so
I break a bunch of fuckin' vows
Come to hunt you
All up in your
Use when you fuck around
Possession of
Imperfection, no
No your transgression
Turn depression to
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 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 sweet, candy, Kit-Kat
you pussy niggas get mad
Keep the voodoo on me,
Off-White, Gucci, mix
All my drip, shit splash
Black BMW, your gave me top at the W
She told me Dollaz I'm you
bitches way too emotional, uh
So perkys, I'm barely sober
Diamond choker, crazy,
Keep my niggas with me, I 'em
Never be committed, I 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 with you
ballin', it's a hobby, call a nigga Joe Robby
Haitian or hibachi, ATV's, walkie-talkies
Chris Paul, we the rocket
Eight ball, corner
Ah man, nigga it
You it's Dollaz
it comes to rap, no problems
Haha, up, talk to 'em
I'm the out in my city
Bad boy too, ask
foot yacht, jet skiin'
Bitches bitches, lesbian
talkin' beef, let's see 'em
Y'all don't beef, y'all vegan
If so, come, no
(Yeah, you get it?)
Future put me on, he Atlanta
Niggas in my city in a barrel
Made it out without y'all
I can say I did it
Tunechi told me this beat blessed
I killed this shit, no
First 48, stretch
Someone me what's next?