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[intro]
(depo made this b_tch)

[verse 1: stanwill]
huh, i’m with e tryna catch a b
checkmate a n_gga face in my louis checkered sneaks
time is money, you be thinkin’ every second cheap
he might got the sauce, but he ain’t got the recipe
since i got my money up, my b_tch been seein’ less of me
you gotta think on every l, that’s where the lesson be
glued to my hip, that’s where the weapon be
sticked with g23, think me and glocky siamеse
cuddy catch them n_ggas out, he givin’ oppiеs ivs
and these double coffee cups probably wocky hi_cs
fifth generation glock, the ‘fit i’m rockin’ five g’s

[verse 2: babyfxce e]
huh, three racks in the gucci belt, that’s five g’s
catch me doin’ donuts in the slatt cat, it’s slime green
chase a n_gga in the scat, had him doin’ high knees
and that’s no rap either, ain’t no point in lyin’ to you
i can sell this sh_t on my wrist and go buy a boat
then put an ap up on my sh_t after a couple shows
huh, should i bring a lot or just a couple hoes?
sippin’ drank, i know you ashed in your cup before
see, me, man, i’m still gon’ f_ckin’ drink it
don’t be reachin’ for my phone, b_tch, i’ma tell you that you tweakin’
[verse 3: stanwill]
don’t call my celly tryna f_ck, bae, i’m gon’ tell you when i need it
talkin’ to a hammy, told you i’m gon’ zelle you by the evening
trunk in the front, cybertruck d_mn near ass backwards
face so pretty, i don’t even think the ass matter
aimin’ for his roof, it’s funny we gon’ blast ladders
ex_b_tch or my opposites, don’t know who ass madder
at the ‘yo with your ho finna make a hit
all this f_ckin’ cheese on me, yo should take a pic’
she pulled up on the seven and she ate a d_ck
tell the cops play the fifth, opps play the bl!ck
i love the f_ckin’ p_ssy, but i hate the b_tch
pop out with that switch, we tryna make a swish
unky playin’ with that food but he can’t make a dish
she gon’ f_ck me on my datejust and you gon’ date the b_tch

[verse 4: babyfxce e]
real ice, man, y’all n_ggas out here fakin’ sh_t
now your ass a tweaker, man, somebody probably laced this sh_t
i was on m block tryna hurry up and weigh this sh_t
and sealin’ pints, tellin’ n_ggas when the cases in
fast dude, how the f_ck i pull up late again?
fill him up with 40s just to make sure that he ate again
huh, i don’t miss, i must be shootin’ on the baby rim
lil’ bro first gun was a switch, he don’t do baby steps
yeah, he just started runnin’
told her drive, you know that it don’t let n0body park in front of me
i got so much love, i pulled up a hundred deep
two matching glocks, tote chops, it’s a brother thing
slide down to ohio, man, i know they f_ck with me
[verse 5: stanwill]
watch cost thirty, remember i couldn’t even up a g
if you want me to get that double c then suck a d
my b_tch yellow, soda black, sh_t, i might be a bumblebee
i blew five hundred up at mortons, check please
this b_tch ain’t the bank, told her she can’t check me
they could teach me yoga, oppies wouldn’t stretch me
i’m with e, so when i pop out, it’s with an xd

[outro: stanwill]
b_tch, dog sh_t militia
gang

- stanwill

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