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Nigga, and I'm comin' for that top spot
Ay, bitch, I'm comin' for that top spot
These 40s jumpin' out this bitch, these ain't no Pop Rocks
Just made a fresh 50-ball, I'm finna cop watch
The gleek right next to the bed, it ain't no lockbox
You better ask about my name, they got me fucked up
And you could stay out my DM, bitch, I don't fuck ducks
This nigga talkin' 'bout a fight and I got somethin' tucked
And tell Foreign punch me in, I'm off a peach Crush
Nigga, ay, and let the bitch choose
Clown nigga, all you missin' is some big shoes
You told the teacher when my niggas went to skip school
You handcuffin' on that ho, let the bitch loose
You broke, nigga, you ain't never put no bag up
A nigga push up on this whip, make him back up
They tryna find out what I'm in, this the fast one
I'm with the shit, plus a nigga got his cash up
Could call Jim, he could get a nigga ten pints
And we ain't scary, but I'm tellin' you, we don't fight
We in the city, I ain't finna stop at no light
It's three niggas, but on mama's, we got four pipes, nigga
Ay, bitch, I'm comin' for that top spot
These 40s jumpin' out this bitch, these ain't no Pop Rocks
Just made a fresh 50-ball, I'm finna cop watch
The gleek right next to the bed, it ain't no lockbox
You better ask about my name, they got me fucked up
And you could stay out my DM, bitch, I don't fuck ducks
This nigga talkin' 'bout a fight and I got somethin' tucked
And tell Foreign punch me in, I'm off a peach Crush
I'm by myself, but I'm pullin' up with Draco
Them 5.6s hit his head, where his face go?
They said his flesh out there lookin' like some Play-Doh
I think this nigga sold his money, where his pape' go?
But look, ay, bitch, I'm on some new shit
These new whips, I'm pullin' up, they like, "Who is this?"
You broke, bitch, you ain't never seen no loose slip
(Ay, not to lie to motherfuckers, I don't know what them is)
Ay, but, ay, I got my cash right
I walk past and got it slappin' 'cause that ass right
I made ten just today, but this a bad night
I'm sippin' juice in my section, how you laugh like
Ay, bitch, I'm comin' for that top spot
These 40s jumpin' out this bitch, these ain't no Pop Rocks
Just made a fresh 50-ball, I'm finna cop watch
The gleek right next to the bed, it ain't no lockbox
You better ask about my name, they got me fucked up
And you could stay out my DM, bitch, I don't fuck ducks
This nigga talkin' 'bout a fight and I got somethin' tucked
And tell Foreign punch me in, I'm off a peach Crush