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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jus.
Jus.
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jus.
Jus.
Songwriter

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yea
Turkey bags all over the flo this aint for the internet
Chinese plug don't speak no English but **** done got me interested
**** done found him a plug but aint boot up he still a peasant
Brody just watch that car they came through here twice since eleven
I know him up that G-Lock, push that button, and leave no extras
I know when the work touch down in the hood that It won't be no extras
I knew when these **** said it was beef that it wont be no pressure
And it ain't vacation right now lil hoe we back to steppin
This aint twenty racks in my pocket this a Mac-eleven
I put two hundred up in the closet cause I packed the checkins
We in cali wit like two hundred P's outside the Westin
Im bout to make this play and make like three hunnid off the backend
A little bit of words, **** said something weird now pistols clappin
Shit
One shot back then his head just splatted
Let that hellcat talk when I leave the scene them mavericks rapid
[Verse 2]
"Them diamonds rapid
Bitches come straight out that pageant
Drug addicts, keep me lit I love they habit
Keep it captain, fuck **** love the cappin
Push up on yo block and trap you in and now you trapping
Now you trapped in
Now ya dead, plenty bread
I sleep in a big ass house and I got plenty beds"
[Verse 3]
I get plenty rest
You **** biting like y'all bedbugs I got plenty pest
Me and G6 was down on sheppard cookin up sixty methods
Me and Dmoney was pumping the more than seven eleven
This shit no effort
Bad bitches throwing out temper tantrums
My load had used to cost men a civic now it cost me a phantom
I be digging in this red Bentley I be feeling like Santa
Bringing bags back to the city **** meet me in Tampa
It just had landed, know im down to risk it and I chance it
You gotta be forced into this street shit **** it aint no pamphlet
When you go on that drill you better be decent **** it aint no panic
I aint never like dubs when I was broke, **** I still can't stand it
This hellcat love tearing up the road, fuck yo police cameras
**** don't show love when they be broke, **** need to blame they parents
[Verse 4]
"Them diamonds rapid
Bitches come straight out that pageant
Drug addicts, keep me lit I love they habit
Keep it captain, fuck **** love the cappin
Push up on yo block and trap you in and now you trapping
Now you trapped in
Now ya dead, plenty bread
I sleep in a big ass house and I got plenty beds
Written by: Jus.
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