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Heavy on the SSO shit, man
Pxcoyo killed this beat, bitch (yeah)
Whoopty, bitch, I'm outside, it's a movie (whoopty, huh)
Blue cheese, I swear I'm addicted to blue cheese
I gotta stick to this paper, like loose-leaf (huh)
Bitch, I'm 'bout my chicken like it's a two-piece
You can have your bitch back, she a groupie
She just swallowed all my kids in the two-seat (gag)
Swagged out (for Milly, we bringing them gats out)
I still got some racks stuffed in the trap house
Off the '42, I'm blowing her back out (blowing her back out)
I'm back on my bullshit, swing back with a full clip
They say I'm moving ruthless, and my shooters, they shootin'
I won't take her to Ruth's Chris (and my shooters, they shootin'), damn
Blamming, you niggas scared of me
Growling, ain't shit you could tell me
Nigga, I'm the king of my city now
From Scranton to Philly, NJ
Holla, New York, know you with me, always
Swagging, Dior get me crispy, aim it, have it, now I'm at 50
Go get the .40, they can not ignore me
Damn, she snorted, she off the crispy
Whoopty, bitch, I'm outside, it's a movie (whoopty, huh)
Blue cheese, I swear I'm addicted to blue cheese
I gotta stick to this paper, like loose-leaf (huh)
Bitch, I'm 'bout my chicken like it's a two-piece
You can have your bitch back, she a groupie
She just swallowed all my kids in the two-seat (gag)
Swagged out, for Milly, we bringing them gats out (gat)
I still got some racks stuffed in the trap house
Off the '42, I'm blowing her back out (blowing her back out)
I'm back on my bullshit, swing back with a full clip
They say I'm moving ruthless, and my shooters, they shootin'
I won't take her to Ruth's Chris (shooters, they shootin', shooters, they-)
My go, kickback at the condo
Rondo, champagne on the side of me
Just bought my bitch some X Fenty
All I do is keep it, it's Fendi
These niggas moving a way to me
These niggas weak, I could bend 'em
Yellin' out, "Whoopty," just know I sent them
Pretty bitches scoop me, got a blick in the hoopty
Who you talkin' about, me? Off with this coofy
Don't be a goofy, know I keep a toolie
And I need jewelry on my body, hey, I could fill 'em with fluid
Hit the mall stupid, that nigga clueless
And that bitch got a wagon, she on my list, to-do it
Follow command, student, Caesar, Brutus
Getting the money, climbing up roof and shit
That's how high I am, nigga, I'm buying
Whatever you want, I am supplying
I got all this dope (dope, ay, ay)
I got all this coke (coke, ay, ay)
You don't wanna blow (blow, ay, ay)
You don't wanna blow (blow, ay)
Writer(s): Sabrina Coleman
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