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Yeah, yeah, ayy, uh

She a pretty bitch up in my eyes
High IQ (I), I like you
Come into my garden, love (Go)
Double cup, it mixed with purple juice, I've been drugged (Yeah)
I'm a big dog, keep my fire in sight, we gon' fight (Go)
Like a bird, I'ma fly
Are you sure you wanna die? (Die)
Sticks, choppers don't reload (Yeah)
Bullet to your fucking dome (Huh)
Who you know that keep a stick and don't fucking pop shit? (Go)
Pick him up and don't drop shit, I'ma rock shit (Yeah)

This a Glock with no attachment, I'ma drop shit (Yeah)
What I mean, I keep a mop stick in my pocket (Haha)
I like all my bitches ratchet, they don't like me (Haha)
Come and fight me, drop you down real nicely (Yeah, bitch)
Fuck my wife beaters, Nike checks, no Adidas ('Didas)
Nice to meet ya, meet my chopper, it's gon' bleed ya (Yeah, yeah)
Fuck with me, I'll fuck with you, I'll turn your girl to diva (Huh)
What you want from me? I don't fuck with no leecher
I don't know that bitch, so pipe down

Couple bullet rounds, simmer down
AR-15 don't make no sound, but it's loud
Need my money right now, changing routes (Huh)
In your house, I'ma kill you right now on the couch (Huh)

She a pretty bitch up in my eyes
High IQ (I), I like you
Come into my garden, love (Go)
Double cup, it mixed with purple juice, I've been drugged (Yeah)
I'm a big dog, keep my fire in sight, we gon' fight (Go)
Like a bird, I'ma fly
Are you sure you wanna die? (Die)
Sticks, choppers don't reload (Yeah)
Bullet to your fucking dome (Huh)
Who you know that keep a stick and don't fucking pop shit? (Go)

Pick him up and don't drop shit, I'ma rock shit (Yeah)

I don't know that nigga hitting me up on fucking phone
They could die slow like that
Imagine dying off your iPhone just 'cause you said some shit like that
But who that nigga coming out?

Who that nigga coming out the fucking black Tahoe?
Let my Glock take the photo with my fucking eyes closed
You gon' die slow fucking with me on your iPhone
Call my plug straight from Mexico, got it for the low
Listen, when you roll with me, that's when you know what ego is

Bruh, I'm high, I just took an edible, I might trip
Psychedelics in my system, I can't even feel shit
Bruh, I'm high, look up in the sky, on top of cloud nine

She a pretty bitch up in my eyes
High IQ (I), I like you
Come into my garden, love (Go)
Double cup, it mixed with purple juice, I've been drugged (Yeah)
I'm a big dog, keep my fire in sight, we gon' fight (Go)
Like a bird, I'ma fly
Are you sure you wanna die? (Die)
Sticks, choppers don't reload (Yeah)
Bullet to your fucking dome (Huh)
Who you know that keep a stick and don't fucking pop shit? (Go)

Pick him up and don't drop shit, I'ma rock shit

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