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[Verse 1: Lil
I smokin' on the gas
Hocus on the gas
I been in the cash
Krogers with the bags
I done went blonde, goin' Hulk Hogan on ass
my shooters "Count me out", and I end up doin' the math
I fuckin' in the shower, so my dreads soaked
I fuckin' on the counter 'cause my bed's soaked
You know my lean nice and cold, some 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 whippin'
I rob his ass like Robin
I get them Ms a a minute
pay your bill, I'm power trippin'
BET, that's how I'm
I got three hoes me
Ho, ho, ho; I'm the chimney
Hello, I make her throw her pussy toys, yeah
Ain't got a job, I her look employed, yeah
She do the count in just her drawers, yeah
I make her out loud, I listen hard
I been fuckin' models, they been walkin' in towels
been snortin' powder, I been in here takin' downers
They countin' for hours, getting kisses by the thousands
Money and the power, they be in here watchin'
All my shooters accurate, codeine a daiquiri
Run up, run up in your factory, mask is on like Jackson
Brrrt! up like a taxi
Stereo on max, and nigga bury own casket
Nigga say hello to
My lil bang
My lil homies, deranged
don't want the fame
Kill your ass then fly to
Ding-ding, coke and ice cream, that shit got a nice
Put my up in the pussy, I'm just sight-seeing
Yeah, starin' at the world 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 without gettin' down
What's new in Let's do it now
A couple ain't been found
A couple screws been screwed
My father ain't been 'round, my heart missed a pound
The system of a down, and it's up and down
A psycho, all I'm missin' is the
Sippin' up, I enough to drown
Twistin' up a
High as fuck, a Bentley on clouds
Y'all so
I a whole bunch of fuckin' vows
to hunt you down
All up in section
Use protection when you around
of deception
Imperfection, no
No your transgression
depression to aggression
Got an for expression
With no pressure, no
And the F is for the
"Flesh of all the fleshless ones, I 'em, F 'em."

2: Zoey Dollaz]
Your bitch so we run in it
Any club, got my gun in it
I ain't even got to you dudes
I'll get you killed young
Eat, sleep, shit, rap
Brand new AK, all
Tunechi gave me this wrapped
Your sweet, candy, Kit-Kat
Hope you pussy 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 Dollaz I'm you
These way too emotional, uh
So much perkys, I'm sober
Diamond choker, crazy,
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 with you
Grew up with you
We all was cards, scammin' it up with you niggas
Miami ballin', it's a hobby, 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
When it to rap, no problems
Haha, hold up, to 'em
I'm the hottest out in my
Bad boy too, ask
foot yacht, jet skiin'
Bitches kissin' bitches,
Niggas beef, let's see 'em
don't 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
Made it out y'all help
I can say I did it
Tunechi told me this beat blessed
I killed shit, no stress
First 48, this
Someone me what's next?