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Intro
(Oh yeah)
Verse
Bushwick bitch she reading them books, she just posting them shits for the 'Gram
Bro said, "Slide with the fye," I'm not gonna fight 'cause know who I am
Can't even look in her eyes, told her lies, now I'm feeling like less of a man
I'm so in love with the high, 2025 and I'm still off the Xans'
I am the best plug, Custos giving me hugs 'cause I threw in a whole extra gram
We got the best drugs, if you need molly and drank, got fentanyl script from my gramps
I am a feminist, I'll put a kid in your waist just to stop your period cramps
I'm on the offense, slide with a K on my waist, up backer, you don't have a chance
My tiny ain't catch him this time but at least he tried, I'm like, "Good job champ"
I'm off the addy locked in, I can concentrate good like I came from the camp
Free car Johnny, I'm fucking it up, I'm thinking 'bout hitting a ramp
Programming Pad, screwdrivers and pliers for all TRXs and rams
I'm on the molly sweating in the hellfire, I'm already eternally damned
Hold up, free all the men out the can, Kudo free, got caught with a bam
I'm in the Rich, bitch, R.I.P. ban
I need a rich bitch 'cause I'm a bum
I am a bitch, but I got a gun
Say it's a gimmick, I'm just having fun
These niggas livid 'cause I'm going up
I just be living, I don't give a fuck
Talkin' 'bout in it, I got in her rump
So high, I'm lifted like down south truck
SoHo Rick store straight to my nuts
SoHo Rick store straight to my dick
I'm at Basile's Pizza, in Hoboken, with my mouth wide open
Bitch got mouth wide open and she choking, but I want the ocean
I stay in the ocean, boy, you know this, I'm o-fish-ial, o-fish
I was born in '06, I got motion, and you just on old shit
I can't plug the plug, say "What's this?" Say "It's that, are you gon' buy it?"
I can't feel the love, they say push up, still think I'm not invited
I don't even wan' fuck, she like it rough, in my heart, I'm the nicest
When I'm sobered up and not on drugs, I'm actually rather quiet
I did that bitch wrong so she gon' cut her bangs or maybe dye it
I do not feel strong 'cause I been up for days on molly diet
C'mon, c'mon, throwing up like I'm bulimic
ED Twitter in the pocket, spent it all on drugs, I need it
I got Saks 5th money but not quite enough to clear out Neiman's
Rocking back and forth, I scared the hoes, look like I'm fighting demons
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