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[Intro]
Oh my God, what's this, an L beat?

[Verse]
I'm gassin' this sh*t
Ain't got a problem, I'm passin' a b*tch
No hands with this sh*t
Still taxin' a b*tch
Flow on the porn, both hands on the di*k
And i'm savage as sh*t aye
n*gga really talkin' sh*t but they can't keep it talkin'
n*ggas say that I'm a b*tch, they the ones barkin'
And I duck out these hoes like I'm Charles Barkley
Use coke in the whip, off some molly
No joke in this sh*t, don't act out
Said that's your girl, I said I flex on the hoes
f*ck one time, and it's next to the hoes, catch rec on them hoes
Got checks in the car, bring it to the telly no sex in my car
See me shout from afar
Runnin' them bands, I should take track
When I pass by your b*tch, she gon take back
I'ma roll up two grams and I face that
And I got so much jewels I can't keep track
And I got so much jewels I can't keep track
Ride in my whip with my seat back
Whole lotta hunnids and money, it's funny you broke, everyday up bring that beat back
But put that lil' b*tch in the dirt
They said he ridin' my wave, you would think they all know how to surf
I'm cookin' up everyday
Don't got time for no b*tches to flirt
And I can't do minimum wage
Rather post on that block with that word
Rather post on that block with that word