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[Verse 1: Lil
I smokin' on the gas
pocus on the gas
I snorklin' in the cash
Going Krogers with the
I done went blonde, goin' Hulk on they ass
Tell my shooters "Count me out", and I end up the math
I been in the shower, so my dreads soaked
I fuckin' on the counter 'cause my bed's soaked
You know my nice and cold, like some dead 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 Robin Givens
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 throw her pussy toys, yeah
Ain't got a job, I make her look employed,
She do the money count in just her drawers,
I her count out loud, I listen hard
I been fuckin' models, been walkin' 'round in towels
They been powder, I been in here takin' downers
They countin' for hours, getting kisses by the thousands
Money and the power, they be in watchin' Power
All my accurate, codeine like a daiquiri
Run up, run up in your factory, is on like Michael Jackson
Brrrt! Pull up a taxi
Stereo on max, and nigga your own casket
Nigga say hello to
My lil bang
My lil homies, deranged
They don't want the
Kill your ass then fly to
Ding-ding, and ice cream, that shit got a nice ring
Put my face up in the pussy, I'm just
Yeah, starin' at the world through an
mother of pearls, sweet Jesus of Nazareth
Quickly, quickly, quickly, slow, baby
I could turn your baby to a poor baby, sure
Look, I cannot sit down without gettin'
new in town? Let's 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 it's up and down
A psycho, all I'm missin' is the
up, I piss enough to drown
Twistin' up a
High as fuck, a Bentley on clouds
so underground
I a whole bunch of fuckin' vows
Come to you down
All up in section
Use protection when you fuck
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."

2: Zoey Dollaz]
Your open so we run in it
Any club, got my gun in it
I even got to touch you dudes
I'll get you killed nigga
Eat, sleep, shit, rap
Brand new AK, all
gave me this 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, your bitch me top at the W
She told me Dollaz I'm you
bitches way too emotional, uh
So much perkys, I'm barely
Diamond choker, crazy,
Keep my niggas with me, I 'em
be committed, I told her
Enough with you niggas, I do not fuck with you
I I'm stuck with you niggas
Grew up you niggas
We all was swipin' cards, 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 load the
ball, corner pocket
Ah man, stop it
You it's Dollaz
When it comes to rap, no
Haha, up, talk to 'em
I'm the out in my city
Bad boy too, ask
Hundred yacht, jet skiin'
Bitches kissin' bitches,
talkin' beef, let's see 'em
Y'all don't want beef, y'all
If so, come, no
(Yeah, you get it?)
Future put me on, he from
Niggas in my city in a barrel
Made it out y'all help
I can say I did it
Tunechi told me leave this blessed
I killed this shit, no
First 48, stretch
tell me what's next?