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Late night off the wocky be crazy Got a foreign that lil bitch from Haiti And this double cup got me lazy Why a hundred hoes call me baby Gra, Gra Why these bitches want my baby like Hold on, gra Rah rah rah rah rah I got some bitches that only wanna fuck like That's cool, baby come link at two I got some bad bitches in the telly If you need a pack send it through zelle like I got it Whatever you need my nigga I got it Oh she like drugs? Bitch I'm the dealer Oh she like bread? Bitch I'm a tipper Oh you like lean? Bitch I'm a sipper Every time I fuck her ass get bigger I need a bad bitch that's gon touch her toes every time a nigga gon link I need a bad bitch that's gon eat it up without even having to think I'm recording this bitch with a glock on me I'm fucking this bitch with my crocs on This a banger nah this ain't no pop song Know an opp bitch got the drop on him like Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh I ain't a father but she call me dad I need a bitch that's gon fuck up her back If you needed za Imma send you the pack If you needed yerks I'll send you the pack If you need some white I'll send you the pack Like, uh Put your hands on your knees girl Bend it over let me see girl Like uh You dirty Lil bitch I'm disgusting I'll put a hole in your muffin Okay mama I do not dance I just lean back when I'm drunk Said she came here with her friends Mine snuck three guns in the club Said she ain't feeling this party I said baby girl what's up I got two woods in my pockets I touch road baby let's fuck Get your hands off of my cup You ain't throw down for my drink If I sip green it might kill me So I keep sipping that pink Aye don't run nigga don't blink Aye don't drown nigga don't sink Catch my opp and we kept clicking That boy flopped Fuck did you think Who want smoke Niggas got gas At your home smoking that pack He was making threats on the internet So that fuck nigga got taxed Ruby rose where is you at I'm in mode wait till I'm back Need your legs outta them pants Hitting your holes tongue in your cat Everything gold Everything cash Every gun chrome Some of them black All my songs old Every hoe whack Every opp gone Smoking opp packs Out of my bong Hoes in my lap Singing my songs Ask where I'm at Packs a go fast Like a four flat They get more drugs We get more cash They get more mad We get more hoes Nigga jus flashed So he got smoked Shoulda used that Guess he ain't know Should not lacked So he went ghost I don't do jail So I got low Tote a 45 and I love poles I cannot die keep a stick close I jus get high count up my dough