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[Verse]
Yeah
(Shut yo' b*tch ass up)
(N)ine, Gucci, what?
I feel like prime Tunechi
Think you the sh*t, we gon' slide with that Glock dookie
Fur coat on, feel like a Wookiee (Fur coat)
Damn (Damn), Glock, make him (What?) boogie (Whoo)
What? Glock make him put his hands up
Serving lines like a stanza (Stanza)
When I call, b*tch you answer, b*tch
Runtz hitting, I'm a tapdancer (What?)
I'm in L.A. for the Za'
Boofpack came in, ta-da
Yo' plug needa come harder
You could bring an Uzi, it don't matter
What? 'Cause I got an AR15
Breaking Bad, cookin' methamphetamine
In her guts like Gray's Anatomy (Whoo)
I'm f*cking yo' b*tch, yeah, she like it
Arc'teryx coat, b*tch, I'm hiking
.23 shots, b*tch, I Mike it
I just do this sh*t, just Nike
She got that water, yeah, I'm pipin'
I love my Glock cause it siphon
Nut on her face while you wife it
He got the bar, then we minimize him
What? 5G all around me
What? Put him up like we TV mounting
He think he safe, we just need to find his routing
AR louder than a sped shouting (Yeah)