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Quavo


[Intro: Lil Pump]
CB on the beat
Uh, Jetski, brr
You ever seen two pregnant b*tches in a fist fight?
Huh?

[Verse 1: Lil Pump]
You ever seen two pregnant b*tches in a fist fight? (Huh?)
Baby mama number one and number two (Ooh)
Whoever win this fight, that's the one I'm gon' choose (For real)
I'm pourin' up three's, I don't like to pour two's (No)
Have you ever sipped a whole pint in one night? (Huh?)
Have you been inside your house and rode a dirt bike? (Ooh)
Have you ever blowed a whole mill' on ice? (Have you?)
You ever been in a Marriott with a Glock 9? (Fah-fab)
Have you ordered twenty sandwiches from Popeyes? (Huh?)
I got this Mexican b*tch drinkin' peroxide (Wow)
If I OD on Wockhardt, just let me die (Damn)
I catch a body, cut my hair and I go to Dubai
Huh? You thought I was finished?
The homie caught a body and there ain't no witness (Uh-uh)
Poured a pint in the ocean while my neighbor was fishin'
Learned a lot from my cousin just from bein' in the kitchen, I whipped it
Now I'm sellin' bricks to Andrew Wiggins
I beat a n*gga up that used to play for The Pistons (Gang)
When you on drugs, you make better decisions (Ooh)
Hold up, let the beat drop (Brrt)
I just sold your lil' brother re-rock (Ayy)
I got an Indian b*tch named Tanika (Huh?)
All she do is suck di*k and smoke reefer (Smoke reefer)
They say I'm disrespectful
I got eighty pointers sittin' on my bezel (On my bezel)
I ran off on the pus*y, who gon' book me?
Tell the promoter I'm hittin' licks, don't book me (Don't book me)
So I started thinkin'
I got a lot of b*tches, I lost count of these b*tches (How many?)
I sold a whole brick to a midget
You better start sellin' crack, start your own business (Huh?)
I poured a seven, I'm faded as f*ck
f*ck around, go rob a Brinks truck (Brinks truck)
I robbed your baby mama in a Toys "R" Us (Uh)
And I put some Forgiato's on a short bus (Vroom)
I had to make this quick stop at Wingstop (Wingstop)
I left the booth and got some top, I'm a rockstar (Hey)
I met this one b*tch the other day with three felonies (Woah)
We had a threesome the first night, she was on ecstasy (Uh)
If I don't like the engineer, shoot him in his ear (Doo-doo-doo)
I ain't payin' for studio, b*tch, I'm out of here (b*tch, I'm out of here)
And I ain't payin' for no pus*y, b*tch, get out of here
She had a seizure doin' Xans while drinkin' beer (Ahh)
Hold up, I'm finna call the ambulance
I called the plug by mistake, damn, I'm out of it (Brr)
I asked the plug for more pints and he was out of it (Huh?)
If you suck this di*k, I'll make you to a rapper b*tch
[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
I got a pint of red in my pants, so my pockets big
Boy, your Rollie fake as f*ck, I heard it tock and tick
Thirty in the Glock, the only time you catch me poppin' sh*t
AK shoot fire and blast off like a rocketship
Drink two pints in a day, hope I survive this sh*t
An eight of zip of Runtz, I'm packin' blunts in my survival kit
My fat b*tch is tougher, she just took a f*ckin' rifle clip
Now her twin is on me right now, this b*tch bible thick
If you ain't almost overdose off drank, you ain't sippin' right
If you ain't spent ten bands in one day, you ain't livin' right
How you a GD but ain't got blues? You ain't crippin' right
Your b*tch sellin' pus*y but stay broke, you ain't pimpin' right
I'm a 810 baby, yeah, the dirty water
I pour my drank in Aquafina, I drink dirty water
Street n*gga, I'd bust a n*gga head for thirty dollars
f*ck a red rose, when I die, bring me purple flowers
I told Pump match the pint and he was down for it
My b*tch threw my drank in the pool, I almost drown for it
I don't want the b*tch, her ass flatter than an iron board
You wanna buy this Act? I need your leg and an arm for it
Yeah, I'm overtaxin'
Hit a fat b*tch in the trap and pop the blowmattress
Signed a deal and sacrificed my opps, I hope I blow up rappin'
Lyin' in your raps goin' on top, boy, you overcappin'
Damn, you lie too much
Get on the track and train, my shoes loose, I need to tie 'em up
Killed the beat and had a ceremony, hold your lighters up
Spin the Hellcat a hundred times, f*ck the tires up
I love the smell of burnt rubber
How you sellin' dope but always broke? You a hurt hustler
I kill a n*gga Saturday night and go to church Sunday
In the club Friday actin' rich, but you got work Monday
I need a secretary
Tax time hustler, boy, you only ball in February
Tryna drink a lot of red today, I need that boysenberry
Said I'm gon' be rich and then it happened, I'm a fortune teller
Ayy, Jeffery, where you at? I need a refill
Shoot you up close in your sleep and make your dream spill
Now I got blood on my new Chanel
f*cked around and got my shirt dirty but I'm clean still
W-O-C-K-H-A-R-D-T, I could drink an eight straight
Man, I drink so much drank, it got me gainin' weight
Lace a n*gga blunt and teach him some, b*tch, it's trainin' day
You can't find me, I be MIA like Babyface
Bust a n*gga granny daughter face with the baby Drac'
Tell your mama call her sister, make sure auntie straight
Me and Pump linked up, you shoulda seen the look on haters face
[Outro: Rio Da Yung OG & Lil Pump]
Rio, n*gga (Ahh)
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Ooh, Jetski
Yeah, yeah
Ahh
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