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[Verse 1: Lil
I been on the gas
Hocus on the gas
I been snorklin' in the
Krogers with the bags
I done blonde, goin' Hulk Hogan on they ass
Tell my shooters "Count me out", and I end up the math
I fuckin' in the shower, so my dreads soaked
I been fuckin' on the counter 'cause my soaked
You know my lean nice and cold, like some folks
You know my eyes nice and low, like I 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 a minute
pay your 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 away her toys, yeah
Ain't got a job, I 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, they been 'round in towels
They been snortin' powder, I been in takin' downers
been countin' for hours, getting kisses by the thousands
Money and the power, be in here watchin' Power
All my shooters accurate, codeine a daiquiri
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 to Rabbit
My lil bang
My lil homies, deranged
They want the fame
Kill ass then fly to Spain
Ding-ding, coke and ice cream, that got a nice ring
Put my up in the pussy, I'm just sight-seeing
Yeah, at the world through an automatic
Sweet mother of pearls, sweet Jesus of
Quickly, quickly, quickly, slow, baby
I could turn your baby to a poor baby, baby
Look, I cannot sit down without gettin'
What's new in town? do it now
A marbles ain't been found
A couple screws been around
My father ain't been 'round, my heart missed a pound
The system of a down, and been up and down
A psycho, all I'm missin' is the
Sippin' up, I piss enough to
Twistin' up a
High as fuck, a Bentley on clouds
so underground
I break a whole bunch of fuckin'
Come to hunt you
All up in your
Use protection you fuck around
Possession of
Imperfection, no
No your transgression
depression to aggression
Got an obsession for
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 even got to touch you
I'll get you young nigga
Eat, sleep, shit, rap
new AK, all black
Tunechi gave me this gift
Your bars sweet, candy,
you pussy niggas get mad
Keep the voodoo on me,
Off-White, Gucci, mix
All my diamonds drip, splash
Black BMW, your gave me top at the W
She told me Dollaz I'm you
These way too emotional, uh
So much perkys, I'm sober
choker, crazy, bipolar
Keep my with me, I tote 'em
be committed, I told her
Enough with you niggas, I do not fuck with you
I know I'm with you niggas
Grew up with you
We all was swipin' cards, it up with you niggas
Miami ballin', it's a hobby, a nigga Joe Robby
food or hibachi, ATV's, walkie-talkies
Chris Paul, we the rocket
ball, corner pocket
Ah man, stop it
You know it's
When it to rap, no problems
Haha, hold up, to 'em
I'm the hottest out in my
Bad boy too, ask
Hundred foot yacht, jet
Bitches bitches, lesbian
talkin' beef, let's see 'em
Y'all don't want beef, vegan
If so, come, no
(Yeah, you get it?)
Future put me on, he from
Niggas in my city crabs in a
Made it out without help
I can say I did it
Tunechi told me leave beat blessed
I this shit, no stress
First 48, stretch
tell me what's next?