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Yeah, yeah Yeah I ran through a whole Wock pint with just four beverages Ain't no simp, I sent that lil ho' cryin' right to her daddy One of my treeshes gettin' married, I'm thinkin' 'bout crashin' the wedding All my women old enough, I'm not R Kelly Metro Boomin' the suitcases when I landed Trio runnin' baggage claim, I can't make this up Got a hotel room just to get pancakes at the Four Seasons I put on jewelry to watch my opps lose like Dillion Brooks I'm buyin' Quay, this Juice WRLD, ain't signed to Bibby Freebandz, I'm locked in with Casino, but I'm not Offset One day I felt like I was clout chasin' to get some pussy 'Cause I put women in my close friends I never met Yeah, I woke up, close the deal, I'm rockin' no Chanel Dressin' like white boys daily, but I ain't got Chrome for sale Fuckin' my opps sister like lil buddy from Chi-Raq Bruh'nem sign a nigga from Florida, and he hard like Kodak I ain't get back with 'em, nigga wasn't harder than Kodak I know he went to hell, but I wish I could bring lil bro back In advance, let me know Just so I bring the right pills I don't care what you do 'Cause your night ends right here Yeah, my sickos, they got croc' skin I can death roll at the show in the mosh pit She say–, she say–, she say Miu Miu make her pussy wet She pray I get naked so she can fuck my outfit Couldn't help you, add another bag to your shelf Rest in peace to the cop, they killed him, his hat on my belt With twenty ho's and they want to stream, but I am not lil Melt You can ask lil bruh', kicked the cup, but I am not Columbia to him She want me to put my watch down so she could steal it She from Opium And the wrist got me uncomfortable, I feel like I'm third wheelin' And it's Monday, we out for Chick-Fil-A 'cause she's a Christian Double up door, can't see what side, slit your wrist then We make stripper do the ho' to just get a wristband I already hit that shit, while she ask me to send a dick pic' AP Skelly on my watch, I still can see my wrist tat My Margiela one of one, you cap, sayin' that yours still ain't came yet I been peepin' the plot, you fool You done hit in the boosh, you move I shop every day 'cause I live life like Uncle Skoob