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[Intro: Terintino]
(DP on the beat)
Ayy Ball, this how we comin'?

[Chorus: Terintino]
All my n*ggas savages, they’ll take your sh*t
Run up in your trap house, heard you got some bricks
Trappin’ out exotic whips, this b*tch ain’t got no tits
P’s for the 32, I thought I told you this
All my diamonds clarity they always wettin' sh*t
Pull up in that big body with the gang in it
Let a n*gga talk crazy then we droppin' sh*t
Scratch off in a foreign whip with no tags on it

[Verse 1: Ballout]
Hop up in a foreign whip, huh, smash on it (Skrrt, skrrt)
Walking out of Neimans, hella bags on me (Beep)
When I pop out, you know I got hella cash on me (Racks)
Riding down '94, I was born in '94 (90s baby)
This a Moncler trenches ain’t no raincoat (Moncler)
And my pockets lookin' like some f*cking rainbows (Rainbows)
And I’m still gettin' it in the same clothes (Dummy)
You n*ggas ain’t like me, we ain’t the same, hoe (Same, hoe)
n*gga and I can take your f*cking main hoe (Main thot)
I'ma put her on the bro, she gon' bring that bread back (Bring that cash back)
And I’m switchin' lanes in a Hellcat (Skrrt, skrrt)
You n*ggas still askin' for y’all bread back? (Y’all want your money, n*gga?)
[Chorus: Terintino]
All my n*ggas savages, they’ll take your sh*t
Run up in your trap house, heard you got some bricks
Trappin’ out exotic whips, this b*tch ain’t got no tits
P’s for the 32, I thought I told you this
All my diamonds clarity they always wettin' sh*t
Pull up in that big body with the gang in it
Let a n*gga talk crazy then we droppin' sh*t
Scratch off in a foreign whip with no tags on it

[Verse 2: Terintino]
All my n*ggas felonies (Felonies)
Yeah, we with the sh*ts (with the sh*ts)
Run up in your backyard (backyard)
Yeah we hop the fence (hop the fence)
I'm with DooWop, he sixty shots (Sixty shots)
Foe be blickin' sh*t (Blickin' sh*t)
Smokin' on some dead opps (dead opps)
This that Tooka sh*t (Tooka)
We four-fives with red dots (Red dots)
Don’t make me shot this
Stupid b*tch look at my wrist now (Wrist now)
I’m on some flexin’ sh*t
Got your b*tch all on FaceTime (FaceTime)
But I don’t trust the b*tch
In the Maybach, but don’t use the blinds
Ain’t never had sh*t
[Chorus: Terintino]
All my n*ggas savages, they’ll take your sh*t
Run up in your trap house, heard you got some bricks
Trappin’ out exotic whips, this b*tch ain’t got no tits
P’s for the 32, I thought I told you this
All my diamonds clarity they always wettin' sh*t
Pull up in that big body with the gang in it
Let a n*gga talk crazy then we droppin' sh*t
Scratch off in a foreign whip with no tags on it