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Uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
(Turn up hard, I'm finna get in my fuckin' mode)
Uh, uh
I might pull up with your boo
Then hit a five-star restaurant, order me and her some soup
Don't matter how thick the bitch is, I won't put her before my loot
I'm fresh as fuck, fresh off a high-speed chase like Polo Pooh
You will never catch me telling another nigga what I won't do
I be DMing bitches too
I be liking pictures too
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
(Turn up hard, I'm finna get in my fuckin' mode)
Uh, uh
I might pull up with your boo
Then hit a five-star restaurant, order me and her some soup
Don't matter how thick the bitch is, I won't put her before my loot
I'm fresh as fuck, fresh off a high-speed chase like Polo Pooh
You will never catch me telling another nigga what I won't do
I be DMing bitches too
I be liking pictures too
If I like it, I'ma shoot
If I strike it, then you might see that bitch slidin' up my coupe
If I don't like it, then I'ma refuse her calls and put that bitch on mute
If I don't like it, then I'ma refuse her calls and put that bitch on snooze
Bitch, I make my calls, fuck these old niggas, ain't paying my dues
She gon' lick it all, that's the only way she come to my room
If you pay for a hit,, don't never call my phone, just check the news
I can't pay for a hit 'cause these niggas that I'm with, they with the shits
I can't take a pic 'cause if my bitch see it, she gon' think I hit
If I strike it, then you might see that bitch slidin' up my coupe
If I don't like it, then I'ma refuse her calls and put that bitch on mute
If I don't like it, then I'ma refuse her calls and put that bitch on snooze
Bitch, I make my calls, fuck these old niggas, ain't paying my dues
She gon' lick it all, that's the only way she come to my room
If you pay for a hit,, don't never call my phone, just check the news
I can't pay for a hit 'cause these niggas that I'm with, they with the shits
I can't take a pic 'cause if my bitch see it, she gon' think I hit
If we make a flick, bitch, we gotta use my phone, bitch, you ain't slick
Out here doing wrong to make it right, that's why I'm trappin' bricks
You out here doing wrong, hatin' on the youngins like Uncle Ice
I ain't gotta use my phone, I get on 'Iami time and go and swipe
Nigga want a feature, tell him to bring me fifty, that's just my price
If not, it's nice to meet you, I'm really lit for life, this ain't no hype
I might pull up with your boo
Then hit a five-star restaurant, order me and her some soup
Don't matter how thick the bitch is, I won't put her before my loot
Out here doing wrong to make it right, that's why I'm trappin' bricks
You out here doing wrong, hatin' on the youngins like Uncle Ice
I ain't gotta use my phone, I get on 'Iami time and go and swipe
Nigga want a feature, tell him to bring me fifty, that's just my price
If not, it's nice to meet you, I'm really lit for life, this ain't no hype
I might pull up with your boo
Then hit a five-star restaurant, order me and her some soup
Don't matter how thick the bitch is, I won't put her before my loot
I'm fresh as fuck, fresh off a high-speed chase like Polo Pooh
You will never catch me telling another nigga what I won't do
I be DMing bitches too
I be liking pictures too
If I like it, I'ma shoot
If I strike it, then you might see that bitch slidin' up my coupe
If I don't like it, then I'ma refuse her calls and put that bitch on mute
I might wake up, blow some cheese
I might go to sleep off that lean
I might drip your bitch Celine
Twenty-three hundred, that's just on jeans
Yeah, New Year's with the stars, I be comin' out way too clean
You will never catch me telling another nigga what I won't do
I be DMing bitches too
I be liking pictures too
If I like it, I'ma shoot
If I strike it, then you might see that bitch slidin' up my coupe
If I don't like it, then I'ma refuse her calls and put that bitch on mute
I might wake up, blow some cheese
I might go to sleep off that lean
I might drip your bitch Celine
Twenty-three hundred, that's just on jeans
Yeah, New Year's with the stars, I be comin' out way too clean
I done ran it up off these trees, now I run it up off these beats
I done ran it up out the streets, I done ran it up off these keys
I might bless a ho if she sneeze, fuck you, bitch, no, you can leave
Back in the day, these hoes ain't wanna fuck, now they tryna meet
Real runner-up, thuggin' in these streets, nigga, just hand me my cleats
I'm way up out that nigga league
Trappin' bricks from Florida to Middle East
They say she gon' be a freak, only in the sheets
But if she do that, I'ma go and buy that bitch a mink
My bitches don't wear pink
I done ran it up out the streets, I done ran it up off these keys
I might bless a ho if she sneeze, fuck you, bitch, no, you can leave
Back in the day, these hoes ain't wanna fuck, now they tryna meet
Real runner-up, thuggin' in these streets, nigga, just hand me my cleats
I'm way up out that nigga league
Trappin' bricks from Florida to Middle East
They say she gon' be a freak, only in the sheets
But if she do that, I'ma go and buy that bitch a mink
My bitches don't wear pink
Ain't talking 'bout no colors, I'm talkin' 'bout that shit that be cheap
How the fuck you YIC and you got signed to FBG?
I can't take a pic 'cause if my bitch see it, she gon' think I hit
If we make a flick, bitch, we gotta use my phone, bitch, you ain't slick
I might pull up with your boo
Then hit a five-star restaurant, order me and her some soup
Don't matter how thick the bitch is, I won't put her before my loot
I'm fresh as fuck, fresh off a high-speed chase like Polo Pooh
You will never catch me telling another nigga what I won't do
I be DMing bitches too
How the fuck you YIC and you got signed to FBG?
I can't take a pic 'cause if my bitch see it, she gon' think I hit
If we make a flick, bitch, we gotta use my phone, bitch, you ain't slick
I might pull up with your boo
Then hit a five-star restaurant, order me and her some soup
Don't matter how thick the bitch is, I won't put her before my loot
I'm fresh as fuck, fresh off a high-speed chase like Polo Pooh
You will never catch me telling another nigga what I won't do
I be DMing bitches too
I be liking pictures too
If I like it, I'ma shoot
If I strike it, then you might see that bitch slidin' up my coupe
If I don't like it, then I'ma refuse her calls and put that bitch on mute
I'm way up out that nigga league
Trappin' bricks from Florida to Middle East
They say she gon' be a freak, only in the sheets
But if she do that, I'ma go and buy that bitch a mink
If I like it, I'ma shoot
If I strike it, then you might see that bitch slidin' up my coupe
If I don't like it, then I'ma refuse her calls and put that bitch on mute
I'm way up out that nigga league
Trappin' bricks from Florida to Middle East
They say she gon' be a freak, only in the sheets
But if she do that, I'ma go and buy that bitch a mink
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