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(Ginseng) 'Tussin in my cup, yeah, I'ma OD Yeah, I know he mad 'cause his pockets on E Always chasin' bands, yeah, my pockets on Glee Bro he got them guns, yeah, what you tryna see Always hit my phone, askin', "when you wanna link?" Dressed up in that Moncler, yeah, I love to flex We can have a war, yeah, who you tryna test Used to get the packs in from way out west She fuckin' with a real one, she know that I'm the best I got knots up in these Balmain jeans I love the Rick but this Raf so clean Diamonds VVS and they always gleam Love the money, yeah, fell in love with the green Put that bitch in Louis, turn her to my queen Love to fuck, yeah, had to quit the lean In the club, and I'm rollin' off an E Heard that he a juug, yeah, I'ma run it up Hop out at the scene, yeah, we gon' shoot it up Heard he talkin' shit, yeah, his bitch wanna fuck I'ma grab the .40, yeah, bitch you better duck In love with the drugs, yeah, poison in my cup Heard you wanna link, yeah, bitch you out of luck Put you in that jam, yeah, you can get stuck Music doin' numbers, yeah, I'ma blow it up Chasin' after bands, yeah, I do that a lot I just hit a juug, yeah, I do that a lot Chasin' after bands, yeah, I do that a lot Chasin' after checks, yeah, can't chase no thot Chasin' after bands, yeah, I do that a lot I just hit a juug, yeah, I do that a lot Chasin' after bands, yeah, I do that a lot Chasin' after checks, yeah, can't chase a thot