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(You ruin everything)

Pull up in the coupe, bitch, I go fast
Two-hundred my dash, I pray I don't crash
Shawty too bad, she came with her friend
I don't got a jimmy, then I gotta blast
Okay, I came for the swag, I came for the bag, I came for the cash
What's in my blunt? Gas, huh
My bad, I'm smokin' on strong, huh, Chad

Yeah, what's goin' on with your best friend? (Bestie)
My brother wan' know what's your best friend
I be kickin' my shit like Tekken (Yeah)
They be watchin' my moves like reference (Yeah)

Gotta know where you goin', no dead ends (Yeah)
In the EA, it get treacherous (Treacherous)
I ain't worried 'bout niggas I'm better than (Uh-huh)
I ain't sick, but I'm sippin' on medicine
This that new shit, that smooth shit, that count them blues shit
If she ain't bringin' nothin' to the table, get a new bitch
Don't make me sweep your block up, I might pull up on a broomstick
My whole gang get that work in, I can't hang around no useless
What's the fuss?
I feel like I was Dame time, I'm playin' for them bucks
My ex just turned a model bitch, I might be Elon Musk

I pulled up in this coupe
I used to ride the bus
Might take 'em on that high speed
I make 'em eat my dust

Pull up in the coupe, bitch, I go fast
Two-hundred my dash, I pray I don't crash
Shawty too bad, she came with her friend
I don't got a jimmy, then I gotta blast
Okay, I came for the swag, I came for the bag, I came for the cash
What's in my blunt? Gas, huh
My bad, I'm smokin' on strong, huh, Chad

My bitch is bad and bougie (Bougie)
You be JT, I be Uzi
FN slice a nigga up like Krueger
Get a bag, run back home like Bueller (Yeah)

I'm in places that I can't pronounce, I feel like an intruder (Uh-huh)
My whole gang been scorin' shit like Golden State, we full of shooters
My whole roster full of tens, they doin' they best
See, I gotta win, my foot on they neck
I can't pick up the phone if it ain't 'bout a check
I think I'm gettin' hot, need a temperature
I been gettin' these blues, my pockets depressed
He want me to lose, say that shit with your chest
I just want me an M, I can't get nothin' less
She got body like Kim, I might make her undress

Pull up in the coupe, bitch, I go fast
Two-hundred my dash, I pray I don't crash
Shawty too bad, she came with her friend

I don't got a jimmy, then I gotta blast
Okay, I came for the swag, I came for the bag, I came for the cash
What's in my blunt? Gas, huh
My bad, I'm smokin' on strong, huh, Chad
Pull up in the coupe, bitch, I go fast
Two-hundred my dash, I pray I don't crash
Shawty too bad, she came with her friend
I don't got a jimmy, then I gotta blast
Okay, I came for the swag, I came for the bag, I came for the cash
What's in my blunt? Gas, huh
My bad, I'm smokin' on strong, huh, Chad

This that new shit, that smooth shit, that count them blues shit
This that new shit, that smooth shit, that count them blues shit

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