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Textin texas bitches with the tech Act in my belly frying with a toaster Crispy cippin with my homies I'm a fucking animal Ed, Edd & Eddy I kill them all Playing with an edible I don't wanna finish yall Play with me pop you like Fantinal We don't have to grind anymore We got diamonds do you get it brodie Your bitch wanna fuck me now you actin lonely All that you can remember is her fucking on me Enemies treasure me now Got my fans askin' how Many singles in the row King of Trap, you better bow She acting so uptight Till I slide between her tights Gonna save her for my prime When the mula gonna kick it right Under Five don't get me high Count it up from my supply Trap shit no you can't apply Flow sweet, hot like apple pie She give me the brain I told her to leave Double cup hot I'm sippin on lean Hop in new foreign spinning that shit Ye ye ye This ain't no Vans Crash to the wall, I ain't got grip DreaWers got drip This ain't no rant We having a feast We eating on ham Stuntin' on that hoe like Bam (huh) Look at my wrist goddamn Lil' homie you ain got bands Need to stop with these scams Brand new pants Your boyfriend broke Wallet filled with change He gonna have a stroke Stroke stroke, from all this fuckin' coke My hood be flippin' dope Looking cursed I need a pope Tightin' knots with nada hoes Brand new Prada with hella furr However I had to tell her Spin on my dick like a propeller I'm the hoods best seller Need no promo we better I don't DM, I tell her In this quest together Living loca & bella I spin my bitch like she got wheels Ye she burning like she got gills We ain't signing no fucking deals We still pull up brand new grills Turn up conquering brand new hills In the studio we poppin no pills Studying will get me the mills Cooking beats it's hot like meals Money longer, it's forever Gang crackin' like never Striving always no matter Comes between Keep it real On whatever Track we hop Issa Kill