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Yeah

Yeah

She ridin' this dick like a Volvo

Real niggas no V like O-O

Man, fuck is you wearin' them old clothes? There ain't no comparin' my old hoes

I'm fuckin' this beat like

I'm feelin' elite Like Michael Jackson on the streets like

You so broke Need a e-bike, smack a nigga with a cleat like

Roy Keane ain't no sellin

I be ridin' with them motherfuckers, I'ma felon

You know a nigga never tellin

Know your time's up, bittersweet like a melon

Know you reminiscin' old days, I wanna go to my old ways

Buildin' bitches like Chipotle, get on your knees, just obey

She wanna, she wanna fuck me, ain't no way

Like, I know, you buggin'

I fuck on your bitch, and she love it

I really don't deal with the cuffin', that police shit, I'll really pull up and up it

I mean that, like bean bag, I sit down and lean back

She wanna fuck me, I seed that

He really dirty like street rats

Only real, no, I bleed that, talkin' to em', no I Keed that

I fuck with real niggas, know my niggas never froze up

This shit that I been through, know my switch it really tore up

She runnin' them relays, I know that bitch, she really blow nuts

I say her shit bomb, she say, "Beel you finna blow up"

Huh, yeah

Play with Kitty like I'm Doja

She wet, I hang her clothes up

She buggin', finna blow up

I fuck with real bitches, never switch, they kept composure

I'm crack, I make her nose run

I fuck her, keep them toes up, like

Run with the stick, cause you know that my name bigger

You not fuckin' with one of them same niggas

Call up bro and he turn to insane killer

Ain't on shit, but I'll put you on game nigga

She runnin' them relays, she givin' them BJ's

She was turnin' to a beach babe, felt the clit like a DJ

She be toppin' on the freeway

Out of style East Bay, wanna feature? Nah, fuck that

Catchin' lobs I'm like DJ, she wanna call it a three-way

Fucked in the winter, won't see May

She runnin' them relays, she givin' them BJ's

She be turnin' to a beach babe, felt the clit like a DJ

She be toppin' on the

She be toppin' on the freeway

That wasn't me babe, trust me shorty, it was probably a deep fake

She wanted a replay, rollin' niggas up, mix it with PK

Hold up

That wasn't me babe

That wasn't me

Prolly a deep fake

Prolly a deep fake

Yeah, prolly a deep fake

Wanted a replay

Mix it with PK

Yeah