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Thomas Cooper Scott
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Isaac William Harris
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Garrett Berkely Scott
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Shawty got a real big Birkin Bag on her SpaceCoupe I'v been putting tags on her The cops was pulling up what I do I just do the dash huh I fucked yo bitch and hit my dab hit my dab huh Jet Lag Ima Swag In My Bag Uh Got your lady and she tryna throw it back uh Yeah you know im popping tags popping tags huh Get the back end and I get it back yeah Back Like t aint shit Real recognize hits no A list When y'all gonna hit all the bases I don't fuck with these broads they basic Matter fact blasting off he raps And im passing on the caption all caps And im macking on the baddest jaunt yet But im cracking like ill break your moms back AH You aint even seen shit yet B to the G with the three P flex You aint never seen what your genes did yet Got the green in my jeans like a green helix You aint even gotta understand genetics Cause I stand with a team full of deadly weapons You can't be what you need then you see the lesson And you'll see what I mean when you see the heavens like Yeah Jet Lag Ima Swag In My Bag Uh Got your lady and she tryna throw it back uh Yeah you know im popping tags popping tags huh Get the back end and I get it back yeah Bitch its coop better know who you fucking with hoe Don't send me no text best be calling my phone You cant ride with us if you aint got a pole Pussy you better off selling your soul I used to trap out the home No one put me on I did all this shit on my own They got a hand out, asking for shit cause they broke Y'all ratting on day ones I hope you get smoked Huh? Im want them racks on the internet These niggas be tweaking these niggas be geeking I told that lil nigga I aint into that I fuck with your hoe yeah something like a mole I know lil shawty she getting wet Blue hundreds im cropping you know that im dripping you know lil shawty she getting wet I fuck with my niggas who rep the set I got two F&Ns aiming at his neck I don't fuck with no friends I just want the racks Fuck your bitch after that you can have her back Im a snake in the grass so we eat the rats Slap your bitch in the ass and I beat her back I don't want that lil bitch I don't need her back And I got a new bitch but I popped a X Police were on me so I left my city I got a whole lot of gang fucking with me I got your bitch in my pot getting tipsy Broward the county throw twenties and fifties Wanted me dead tell a pussy to get me We going dumb know my team staying litty Going too fast in the whip got me dizzy That hoe playing games until my dick in her kidneys Yeah Jet Lag Ima Swag In My Bag Uh Got your lady and she tryna throw it back uh Yeah you know im popping tags popping tags huh Get the back end and I get it back yeah
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