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let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, (yo)
riding in the track i hit the gas (b_tch)
b_tch, i’m servin’ fast (yea, fast)
never come in last (yea)
run off with the pack
f_cking up the track (woa)
f_cking up the trap (yea)
countin’ all these racks (yea)
countin’ all these stacks
i can never lack (bla)
riding in a vet (yea, yea)
leave that lil’ b_tch wet (oh my god)
b_tch, i’m getting checks
it’s a humble flex (yea)
she said i’m the best (uh)
ballin’ i feel like i’m rondo (yea, yea)
run up to your condo (huh)
shawty wanna l!ck and i’m like quando (woah)
b_tch i’m in toronto (woah, woah)
let me еnd this sh_t and talk some real sh_t ’bout my life
sеconds ‘fore it i pulled up on your b_tch and f_cked her twice (haha)
i do not f_ck with no (?) b_tch i don’t f_ck with mice (oh my god)
shawty wanna pull up and she wanna spend the night (god d_mn)
left a (?) hoe she wanna f_ck and i just might (oh my god)
maybe i just will (ouh)
she might shed a tear (yea)
swear this sh_t get real
got banana clips lil’ b_tch i ain’t talkin’ no peels (yea)
got yo shawty at my crib you know she got the chills (huh)
push up to your block you know we finna shoot to k!ll (boo, boo)
my glockie hittin’ up lil’ b_tches like a f_cking grill (gla, gla)
pull up and shootin’ sh_t like it’s a f_cking hot (?) (bauh)
i’m in the coupe with shawty, know i love to grab the wheel (yea, yea)
broke up with my old b_tch i think that she be in her feels (no)
feel like im (?) i’m playing in the field (huh)
’cause i’m a star player (yea)
b_tch know i’m a slayer (yea)
shawty sending prayers (woah)
she gon’ eat me up but she know that i ain’t gon’ pay her (gauh)
i’m like see you later alligator, i get paper (oh my god)
b_tch i’m headed to the top feel like a escalator (huh)
my money goin’ up and that feel like an elevator (yea, yea, yea)
i got chromes that’s on my wrist, i got balenci on my b_tch (yea)
i swear that she too ratchet, she callin’ my phone like hit a l!ck (oh no)
don’t hit me ’bout your clothing line
that sh_t be wack i’m rocking rick (woah)
i know he mad as f_ck
he sad as f_ck
cause reggie took his b_tch
let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, (yo)
riding in the track i hit the gas (b_tch)
b_tch, i’m servin’ fast (yea, fast)
never come in last (yea)
run off with the pack
f_cking up the track (woa)
f_cking up the trap (yea)
countin’ all these racks (yea)
countin’ all these stacks
i can never lack (bla)
riding in a vet (yea, yea)
leave that lil’ b_tch wet (oh my god)
b_tch, i’m getting checks
it’s a humble flex (yea)
she said i’m the best (uh)
ballin’ i feel like i’m rondo (yea, yea)
run up to your condo (huh)
shawty wanna l!ck and i’m like quando (woah)
b_tch i’m in toronto (woah, woah)
let me end this sh_t and talk some real sh_t ’bout my life
seconds ‘fore it i pulled up on your b_tch and f_cked her twice (haha)
i do not f_ck with no (?) b_tch i don’t f_ck with mice (oh my god)
shawty wanna pull up and she wanna spend the night (god d_mn)
left a (?) hoe she wanna f_ck and i just might (oh my god)
maybe i just will (ouh)
she might shed a tear (yea)
swear this sh_t get real
got banana clips lil’ b_tch i ain’t talkin’ no peels (yea)
got yo shawty at my crib you know she got the chills (huh)
push up to your block you know we finna shoot to k!ll (boo, boo)
my glockie hittin’ up lil’ b_tches like a f_cking grill (gla, gla)
pull up and shootin’ sh_t like it’s a f_cking hot (?) (bauh)
i’m in the coupe with shawty, know i love to grab the wheel (yea, yea)
broke up with my old b_tch i think that she be in her feels (no)
feel like im (?) i’m playing in the field (huh)
’cause i’m a star player (yea)
b_tch know i’m a slayer (yea)
shawty sending prayers (woah)
she gon’ eat me up but she know that i ain’t gon’ pay her (gauh)
i’m like see you later alligator, i get paper (oh my god)
b_tch i’m headed to the top feel like a escalator (huh)
my money goin’ up and that feel like an elevator (yea, yea, yea)
i got chromes that’s on my wrist, i got balenci on my b_tch (yea)
i swear that she too ratchet, she callin’ my phone like hit a l!ck (oh no)
don’t hit me ’bout your clothing line
that sh_t be wack i’m rocking rick (woah)
i know he mad as f_ck
he sad as f_ck
cause reggie took his b_tch

- yung1reggie

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