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[Verse 1: Lil
I been on the gas
Hocus on the gas
I been snorklin' in the
Going with the bags
I went blonde, goin' Hulk Hogan on they ass
Tell my shooters "Count me out", and I end up 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, like some dead
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 whippin'
I rob his ass like Robin
I get them Ms a mile a
Don't pay bill, I'm power trippin'
BET, how I'm livin'
I got hoes followin' me
Ho, ho, ho; I'm the chimney
Hello, I her throw away 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 count out loud, I hard
I been fuckin' models, they walkin' 'round in towels
They snortin' powder, I been 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, mask is on like Michael
Brrrt! up like a taxi
Stereo on max, and bury your own casket
say hello to Rabbit
My lil homies
My lil homies, deranged
They want the fame
Kill your ass fly to Spain
Ding-ding, coke and ice cream, that got a nice ring
Put my face up in the pussy, I'm sight-seeing
Yeah, at the world through an automatic
Sweet mother of pearls, sweet of Nazareth
Quickly, quickly, quickly, gettin' slow,
I could your baby to a poor baby, sure baby
Look, I cannot sit down gettin' down
What's new in town? do it now
A couple ain't been found
A couple screws screwed around
My father ain't 'round, my heart ain't missed a pound
The system of a down, and it's been up and
A psycho, all I'm missin' is the
Sippin' up, I enough to drown
up a pound
High as fuck, a truck on clouds
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 your
Turn to aggression
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 bitch so we run in it
Any club, got my gun in it
I ain't even got to touch you
get you killed young nigga
Eat, sleep, shit, rap
new AK, all black
Tunechi gave me this wrapped
Your bars sweet, candy,
you pussy niggas get mad
Keep the voodoo on me,
Off-White, Gucci, mix
All my diamonds drip, splash
BMW, your bitch gave me top at the W
She told me I'm over you
bitches 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 you niggas, I do not fuck with you niggas
I know I'm stuck you niggas
Grew up you niggas
We all was swipin' cards, it up with you niggas
Miami ballin', it's a hobby, call a Joe Robby
food or hibachi, ATV's, walkie-talkies
Chris Paul, we the rocket
ball, corner pocket
Ah man, stop it
You it's Dollaz
When it to rap, no problems
Haha, hold up, to 'em
I'm the out in my city
Bad boy too, ask
Hundred yacht, jet skiin'
kissin' bitches, lesbian
Niggas talkin' beef, see 'em
Y'all want beef, y'all vegan
If so, come, no
(Yeah, you get it?)
Future put me on, he Atlanta
Niggas in my city crabs in a
Made it out without y'all
I can say I did it
Tunechi told me leave this blessed
I this shit, no stress
First 48, this
Someone me what's next?