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[intro]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy
ayy, ayy, pew, pew, pew, pew (ayy, this dee low with then 808s?)
yeah, yeah, look (dee low, where you get them 808s? them b_tches hot)

[verse 1]
i’m tired of this chain, ’bout to go and buy another one
my main b_tch, ’cause her friend, i’ve been f_ckin’ her, i f_ck ’em and i’m duckin’
on god, these pity ass hoes ain’t sh_t, so i hope you ain’t trustin’ ’em
ain’t sh_t either, so i can’t be mad at ’em
n_gga throwin’ shots, i’ma throw somethin’ back at him
y’all n_ggas rupaul, triple going overhaul
one foot on they neck, another foot on the gas pedal
money gettin’ long, i can get a n_gga touched now
n_gga still sleepin’ on the kid, put the cup down
triple r, zone 6, n_gga like to touchdown
rollie watch bust down, ho wanna f_ck now
heard you still stayin’ with the b_tch, gettin’ kushed out
you ain’t pass sh_t, so she quick to put your stuff out
broke ass n_gga usin’ wifi at your buddy house
ain’t got nowhere to go, so now you sleepin’ on your buddy couch

[chorus]
million dollar mouthpiece, y’all n_ggas talk sh_t
triple gon’ pop that sh_t, ayy
n_ggas know what’s up with me, you know that you can’t f_ck with me
you might as well cut off your d_ck
shots hit his car and they cut off his whip
i heard what you said, i’ma cut off your lips
your b_tch p_ssy good, i’ma nut off the rip
shut a n_gga block down, get the f_ck off the strip, ayy
[verse 2]
somebody call elliot, i need me some heavy sh_t
diamonds in my watch that’s like elvis presley
triple got his blade in the club like wesley
swervin’ in the demon, d_mn near hit a pedestrian
triple r gang, prices lower than a mexican
triple fat n_gga, but get flyer than a pelican
ride a foreign truck, i’m in the front like an elephant
countin’ dirty money, but i’m fresher than a peppermint
every pocket buff, i don’t need a pair of cartier
they slow my young boy in the club, end up 38
i heard he still hatin’ on a n_gga and he 48
n_gga probably mad ’cause i skeeted in his daughter face
walkin’ wells fargo, b_tch, i got the bank on me
popeye, cleaner than a b_tch, ain’t a stain on me
million dollar n_gga with no watch or no chain on me
n_gga throwin’ shots at the kid, put a name on it

[interlude]
p_ssy
yeah, n_gga, put a name on that sh_t, n_gga
stop talkin’ all that sh_t, n_gga, you comin’ sideways, come direct, n_gga
i ain’t gon’ see that sh_t, you feel what i’m sayin’? haha
scary ass n_gga, b_tch, triple in this motherf_cker, n_gga
bring that motherf_cker back in, yeah, ayy
[chorus]
million dollar mouthpiece, y’all n_ggas talk sh_t
triple gon’ pop that sh_t
n_ggas know what’s up with me, you know that you can’t f_ck with me
you might as well cut off your d_ck
shots hit his car and they cut off his whip
i heard what you said, i’ma cut off your lips
your b_tch p_ssy good, i’ma nut off the rip
shut a n_gga block down, get the f_ck off the strip

[verse 3]
yeah, triple mr. t in this b_tch rockin’ thirty chains
i ain’t got a mohawk, waves all in my fade
mj slam, dunk your b_tch, then fadeaway
triple gang n_gga got the juice like minute maid
y’all n_ggas b_tches, trippin’ ’cause you got a pistol
when i see you, i’ma up the steel on you, n_gga, anyways
triple ain’t sh_t, life rich, homie
but the way i’ve been sh_ttin’ on ’em make these p_ssy n_ggas feel the way
coco that fresh, i get dressed in the cash
i’m dressin’ and all my pockets full of sacks
got tricks on my fleece, i’m like inspector gadget
your n_gga ride d_ck for money, he a f_ggot
have fans that’ll ask for lease inside the rover
this b_tch was too little for me, i couldn’t wear it
i gotta watch what i say around these n_ggas
they say what they heard, remind me of a parrot
your money ’bout short as a midget
how you gon’ beef with me, n_gga? won’t pay you attention
won’t give you no free promotion, triple just gon’ look over you, i won’t even give you a mention
i’m ridin’ with a thick b_tch, but she bad as a motherf_cker, i might give her a whipping
pockets fat as a big b_tch, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout pressure, but triple be chasin’ the chicken
[chorus]
million dollar mouthpiece, y’all n_ggas talk sh_t
triple gon’ pop that—
godd_mn, sh_t over with already?

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