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Fat racks like Pumba I'm just tryna slide through (haha) Big K with a ruler Broke nigga rock Puma Suit and tie just to shoot ya (haha) Bool pack, no boofah Lame niggas always assuming (Che on the beat) Bullets just for ya medulla In a Scat 'Cat, I'm movin' And your bitch say my voice soothing Someone tryna walk, cool then All my niggas really boolin', all my niggas really doin' shit Too turnt sippin' deuces, too burnt, bro, you too lame Benz truck, I'm in two lanes If it's beef, then let's get to it Money, nigga runnin' through it Dumb racks, shit stupid Cutthroat, shit ruthless Bitches tell me: I want two kids I just tell her: I want to hit I'm just tryna see you cruise shit I'm just tryna see you— (I'm just tryna see you) Yeah, I'm just tryna see her eyes roll back Bitch just wanna fuck me, I know that Break her back, she need a chiroprac' Pop a Xanax, now I'm so sad KEL-TEC finna catch a toe-tag Face fuck her, then I give her throat back Spin that nigga block in his cul-de-sac (ooh) But a nigga hot, but you knowin' that I be sippin' drop, gettin' so fat It's a code red, it's a code red I don't got a leaf, where the cone at? I don't gotta leave, where your home at? No apology, where your dome at? Steppin' on shit like a doormat I got three phones, don't know where my phone at Bitch up, yeah, her butt so fat (three phones, three phones, yeah) I got kickback, now I'm feelin' so sad (three phones, three phones, yeah) Bitch want a Perc', where her nose at? (Three phones, three phones, yeah) Yeah, it finna hurt if no one know that (three phones) Bullets hit him up, where his ho at? And we send 'em up, 'cause you hit your ho All my bitches gotta get my name tatted Everybody know that I'm a Perc' addict Fat racks like Pumba I'm just tryna slide through, big K with a ruler Broke nigga rock Puma Suit and tie just to shoot ya Bool pack, no boofah Lame niggas always assuming Bullets just for ya medulla In a Scat 'Cat, I'm movin' And your bitch say my voice soothing Someone tryna walk, cool then All my niggas really boolin', all my niggas really doin' shit Too turnt sippin' deuces, too burnt, bro, you too lame Benz truck, I'm in two lanes If it's beef, then let's get to it Money, nigga runnin' through it Dumb racks, shit stupid Cutthroat, shit ruthless Bitches tell me they want two kids I just tell her: I want to hit I'm just tryna see you cruise shit I'm just tryna see you cruise shit