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[Verse 1: Lil
I been on the gas
pocus on the gas
I been snorklin' in the
Krogers 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 and cold, like some dead folks
You my eyes nice and low, like I make egg rolls, oh
I got pills, we call 'em illies
I got the wet, I'm whippin'
I rob his ass like Robin
I get them Ms a a minute
Don't pay your bill, I'm trippin'
BET, how I'm livin'
I got three hoes me
Ho, ho, ho; I'm the chimney
Hello, I make her away her pussy toys, yeah
got a job, I make her look employed, yeah
She do the money count in her drawers, yeah
I her count out loud, I listen hard
I been fuckin' models, they been walkin' in towels
They been snortin' powder, I been in here takin'
They been countin' for hours, getting by the thousands
Money and the power, they be in here Power
All my shooters accurate, like a daiquiri
Run up, run up in factory, mask is on like Michael Jackson
Brrrt! Pull up like a
on max, and nigga bury your own casket
Nigga say hello to
My lil bang
My lil homies, deranged
They want the fame
Kill ass then fly to Spain
Ding-ding, coke and ice cream, that shit got a ring
Put my up in the pussy, I'm just sight-seeing
Yeah, starin' at the through an automatic
Sweet mother of pearls, sweet Jesus of
Quickly, quickly, quickly, slow, baby
I turn your baby to a poor baby, sure baby
Look, I cannot sit without gettin' down
new in town? Let's do it now
A couple marbles been found
A couple been screwed around
My father ain't '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 to drown
Twistin' up a
High as fuck, a truck on clouds
Y'all so
I break a whole bunch of fuckin'
to hunt you down
All up in section
Use protection when you around
of deception
Imperfection, no
No correct your
depression to aggression
Got an obsession for
no pressure, no discretion
And the F is for the
"Flesh of all the fleshless ones, I 'em, F 'em."

[Verse 2: Zoey
Your bitch so we run in it
Any club, got my gun in it
I ain't even got to touch you
I'll get you young nigga
Eat, sleep, shit, rap
Brand new AK, all
Tunechi gave me gift wrapped
Your bars sweet, candy,
Hope you pussy 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 told me Dollaz I'm you
bitches way too emotional, uh
So perkys, I'm barely sober
choker, crazy, bipolar
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 with you niggas
up with 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 load the
Eight ball, pocket
Ah man, stop it
You know it's
it comes 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 crabs in a barrel
it out without y'all help
I can say I did it
told me leave this beat blessed
I killed this shit, no
48, this stretch
Someone me what's next?