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(Pistol poppin', load the clip

Roll the window, do a hit

Pistol poppin', load the clip

Roll the window, do a hit

Pistol poppin', load the clip

Roll the window, do a hit

Pistol poppin', load the clip

Roll the window, do a hit)

Cocalina sniffin' in the backroom

Wishy-washy bitches wanna see what all them racks do

Junkie with a face, she love to do it in the bathroom

Bitch, you talk too much (Talk too much)

She ain't sayin' nothin' (Sayin' nothin')

All these fake assumptions

But she keep on talkin' 'bout a rap ****

Molly, coke, and weed

She think she fuckin' with a trap ****

Never heard of some, but she keep talkin' 'bout this clout, ****

If he give her drugs, she gon' trade it for some mouth, ****

Fuck with her, but don't fuck with him

I got two phones

One for the whoa

Hello?

You can catch me with a whoa

Probably fuckin' on the whoa

Fill the blank, I know you know

Solo baby, I got things you never seen

And I can probably show you, baby

Make you feel right

Fuckin' with a lame

No wonder why it doesn't feel nice

Record basses boomin'

Now these bitches wanna feel Mike

I don't need to talk about the blizzy just to feel fly

Been that ****, before I had figures, I got

Two hoes, one jooged your bro (Hello?)

A ho, she gon' do it for a no

Or a gram to feel a bro

Gettin' high before a show

Junkie baby doesn't care about the message

Just about the feeling, baby

But she keep on talkin' 'bout a rap ****

Molly, coke, and weed

She think she fuckin' with a trap ****

Never heard of some, but she keep talkin' 'bout this clout, ****

If he give her drugs, she gon' trade it for some mouth, ****

Fuck with her, but don't fuck with him

I remember I was shipped to work

But now I skip the work

So I can sip the work

Would kick a doe before I stick a foe

I make them pockets hurt

I held it down, from now I'm comin' up

My money doubled up

He got a gun to try and cover up

Yo big dog is an uh

I'm a real ****, I don't got no time for that shit

I make hits, I don't got no time to go do a hit

Remember Benji at the corner selling junkies a fix

Remember **** laughing at me, said my music was shit

But now I knocked over dominoes, Pappadeaux's, I eat on steak now

The grass got greener than the other side

Bitches too late now

I'm Hollywood, we was cool yesterday

Get out my face now

I'm VIP anywhere I go

But she keep on talkin' 'bout a rap ****

Molly, coke, and weed

She think she fuckin' with a trap ****

Never heard of some, but she keep talkin' 'bout this clout, ****

If he give her drugs, she gon' trade it for some mouth, ****

Fuck with her, but don't fuck with him