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If Cardi B tried to drug me in a hotel room, I would've shot that bitch right in her face
I know how to trap, so I ain't gotta take
All these bags in the room, gotta clear out some space
All these hoes on my dick, they begging to fuck
All this clientele callin' my phone for some loud
This shit gone when you get here, so buy this shit now
It's a drought, so the ticket, it cannot come down
Lil' bitch from Oakland in love with my sound
After this song I'ma go dick her down
I made more a juug than I made from a verse
I made more from a play than I made from a show
I made more from the swipes than I made from a stream
Count a 50 for lunch everyday, that routine
I had swiping so much I had stop selling green
I had woke up and walked up in Target with 2 different plastics
I hit for a TV a MacBook and several gadgets
Yeah, I pulled to Publix and empty they ATM
Pulled up at Kroger and empty they ATM
Pulled up at BOA and empty they ATM

Pulled up to SunTrust and started a new account
Just for a business and merch, I'ma burn it out
You niggas probably don't know what I'm talkin 'bout
I'm finna fill up a PayPal with large amounts
Finessin' at Barneys, I'm coppin' designer
My bitch, she was faithful, I bought her designer
She got plugs who do hair so she flew out to China
She make her own wigs and that shit look professional
I rather get bags then go buy me a sectional
She gone kill for my dick, she got fatal obsessions
Her plastic went bad and that shit was depressing
These niggas hate that I'm getting them racks
So its a no-brainer, I'm keeping a weapon
I just heard that Nipsey got shot while I'm making this song
I just pray that the nigga get better
You gotta be smart when you servin' the trap
You gotta play chess, you cannot play checkers
Make sure you go get some sticks cause these niggas be dirty
You know that these niggas be jealous
Louboutins on my feet, they just dropped, yeah, the runners
I'm probably gon' drop my new tape near the summer
I feel like Bin Laden, I feel like Osama
My wrist got them carrots, I feel like I'm Robin

If Cardi B tried to drug me in a hotel room, I would've shot that bitch right in her face
I know how to trap, so I ain't gotta take
All these bags in the room, gotta clear out some space
All these hoes on my dick, they begging to fuck
All this clientele callin' my phone for some loud
This shit gone when you get here, so buy this shit now
It's a drought, so the ticket, it cannot come down
Lil' bitch from Oakland in love with my sound
After this song I'ma go dick her down
I made more a juug than I made from a verse
I made more from a play than I made from a show
I made more from the swipes than I made from a stream
Count a 50 for lunch everyday, that routine
I had swiping so much I had stop selling green
I had woke up and walked up in Target with 2 different plastics
I hit for a TV a MacBook and several gadgets
Yeah, I pulled to Publix and empty they ATM
Pulled up at Kroger and empty they ATM
Pulled up at BOA and empty they ATM

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