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my dog just caught the bag

i ain't runnin' from the grams

you got that internet beef

you went straight to the gram

you in your phone all day

ain't makin' no bands

i told my lil dog count it as fast as he can

like i'm that one nigga

fuck the other side

percocet and new patek made me come alive

like how bomin' game? i got the chop on me

ooh i got the drop on him

jj up the glock on him

man

i got to sneak it in this party

pocket rocket on me

my baby meet you on the side

chris rock face

boy

i can see the whole field right off barlow

i know they tried to slide 'cause his car out

big brick of white look like brock lesnar

got tester

slidin' everywhere 'cause i'm off tether

i might fuck a cardi b

rucci's offsettin'

diamonds

wet look like pee

skuba r. kelly

man

i might sing for the pussy just like r. kelly

i told her pull up to club icky

i'ma change the weather

i got her out her vickys

she want lick me let up

we been in and out them wars

i swear we need some medals

i ain't never had time for no arguments

big ass shotgun look like lauri markkanen

tula got the ten

ar with the cartridges

moncler

rollie arm

wear it as my starter kit

do you believe in my dreams like coretta bitch?

don't let him come in that dodo

we measuring

this lil bitch keisha cole

dog she heaven-sent

draco lay low and get them extras then

get to preachin' to you niggas like i'm malcolm x

and we got product everywhere

just took it out the press

she hit the road with my load

took it out her dress

she turn me on

now i want to do it

i'm lit

in a foreign whip

auntie got a script

i'ma flip the bitch

sweet chin music

watch me kickin' shit

yes i can move it

i be whippin' it

i will pull my gun and get ignorant

i will fuck the party up with my dance moves

i want to take me a trip out to cancun

but i gotta sit still 'til this bag move

domo arigato

mr. robot-o

if he know like i know

my niggas we got those

drums with the hollows

drugs in my poncho

i been wanting big bands since a snot nose

the bag

it's all firmer than my mt

hitters they some gremlins

the narcs hit the block

still gon' hit the fence in my timberlands

the smoke on the floor

alright inhale it then

the way you talk you need a show

david letterman

ballerina all on it

it's not sellin'

damn

i called my baby with the quizy

ain't gotta touch my hands

i know some young niggas really eatin' in the ten

all this blood from the streets

i need to wash my hands

you never know who out to get you

better watch your mans

before you get to blowing cheese

better make a plan

first night again

it wasn't in her plans

bougie told me fuck the city bro

we want the rest

who gon' be there in the end

all this shit a test

all my old hoes say i still hit it the best

get your mans dog

i heard his watch it tick tick