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[Verse 1: Viss]
Yuh, yuh, yuh, new acne all on my denim
I'm too raw, man, I feel like phenom
Call up my slime, you know he gon get him
Suck my sh*t like the sh*t had venom
Talked on bro, okay, lets get 'em
b*tch want me and I ain't 'een met her
Brand new stones, these sh*ts rosetta
I got a four I'm pouring up mix
Ain't talking chocolate she give me-
They sending shots, they finna miss
Couldn't find act, so I'm sipping on Tris
Drop a lil 10k on my wrist
Keeping a pole, using no fist
He split the pole, n*ggas done switched
He talking down do 'em like Chris
Make that lil hoe handstand
Broke n*ggas, can't stand
Do it cuz I can can, my hoe listen to Kankan
They say "viss he that man", wear all black like batman
She call me a bad man, I live life like a madman

[Verse 2: xstasyslim]
I might rock out with my b*tch
I might hop out with my b*tch
I might pop out with my b*tch
So stop talkin' 'bout my b*tch
'Cause you can't f*ck with my b*tch
Me and my bro pop with sticks, we aim that fafa at his lip
Aim that fafa, it won't click, k go gratata, it's gon' hit
Off the blunts, can't my feel my balls, man, I got zaza in my p*ss
I got high with a freak ho, now she start nodding on my di*k
Fefefefe, zaza in my lungs and Achilles
I'm like you wan go to kekes?
Baby, I might let you eat me
On my belt, yeah, I like bb
I like skrt, yea SRT
She wan' f*ck, yeah, we can see
Its some bands, yeah, all on me
[Verse 3: ayerp]
Hm, he tryn' run, we knock em off
I stay with that choppa, dawg
I stay with fiz, we flock it all
My b*tch, my b*tch, my b*tch
She bad as f*ck, can't get like dis
Like ten racks, that my f*cking drip
Walk em down, b*tch, with slim and Viss
Slide round we do ya, big stones on my neck, Medusa
I keep drakes, fns, and rugers, walk down, got Bentley shooters
Slime 'em out, slime 'em out
Forty band diamonds got hella rocks
Many sticks, many chops
Tryn' catch a hat, might spin yo block
Run up pus*y b*tch get back
Money signs in my name, lil b*tch, a$ap
Broke b*tch not speaking no racks
Hunnid racks hunnid chains diamonds big facts
Five bands when i walk in saks
Tryna put givenchy on the racks
Told em send a low i got a pack
For my n*gga fiz we throwing slattsss (yea)