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Yeah, yeah, go
Woke up, feelin' shiesty
I'm on a, uh
Yeah, uh-huh
(Who the hell is-)

Woke up, feelin' shiesty, give me that pussy nicely
Hundred thousand on an ice piece, finna fuck a Pisces
50 hoes wanna be wifey, that's just too unlikely
Pull up, six deep just like the Isleys, pick your next move wisely
They say talk is cheap, but fuck that, my convo pricy
200 racks inside that shoebox, bitch, it ain't no Nikes
She think I'm finna trick, I told her, "Don't get too excited"
Nigga, touch one hair on top of my head, them boys incitin' riots

I fuck her from the back and grip her neck, she can't keep quiet
This big, bad hood, you said you from lookin' mighty quiet
I only eat my main bitch pussy, I'm on a strict diet
My shooter lookin' like a center, homie 6'5"
Could kill me once, could even kill me twice, shit, I got six lives
I'm thinkin' movin' to Africa to marry six wives
I'm in New York, we stay with several pole and seven big knives
Might take his life for tellin' several lies, can't let shit fly

'Cause if we do, he'll tell the next guy, and then it's all bad
Who said he could come around this side without a hall pass?
I used to tweak, pourin' fours and Wock' inside a wine glass
These niggas burned, tryna pop Xans for a bypass (who the hell is-)
I see you niggas every single time like an eyelash
This bitch said she like athletes, so I walked in with them thigh pads
I'm paranoid, I can't hang out for long, bitch, I'm a nomad
Christmas came around, and I had bought all steppers doormats

Inside the whip, the seats are bright orange like the Lorax
I'm built tough, was made to be outside just like Gore-Tex
I should make a song about Ferraris, I don't do 'Vettes
My brother need a new tech, my mama want a new bag
This niggas flip-flop every week, they in a new set
I know these niggas hate me 'cause I run around like a nuisance
Too fly, over niggas heads like an air vent
Where I'm from, it's one way in and out just like a camp tent

Put a convertible on the block, it look like a Lamborghini
Put a convertible on the Glock, it look like a Lamborghini
I just told lil' baby to bop before my girl see me (who the hell is-)
Spend that lil' stack, get niggas whacked, you better not look for pinky
In and out the trap that's where I stay, but I ain't one sleepin'

I'm totin' an SK for no reason, all my opps are dead
I got rubies on my teeth and plus my molly is red
I'ma drop his ass soon as I see him, it ain't no discussion
Told her it ain't nothin' to get her a bust down if that pussy bussin'
All of a sudden, bitches love me 'cause I'm gettin' money
I'ma punish any nigga decide to stand in front of me
I was spreadin' bands before it was a trend from the ugly
Always got revenge, if I ain't get my man, I got his cousin

They know I made my woodwork, hop out with an Oak
Haters poppin' out the woodwork, but they wanna prope
I'm talkin' straight gas nigga, I want all the smoke
I just told Lil Yachty to scoot over, let me drive the boat
AR with the scope 'cause the Cartier's nearsighted
You got a nigga yoke, you don't like it, we could hit 'bout it

We could hit 'bout it, yeah, we could hit 'bout it
Hittin' the missionary she start yellin', tell her, "Be quiet"
I'm with Lil Yachty, we got twin 'Raris
We don't fuck with niggas, you don't like it, we could hit 'bout it (who the hell is-)
We could hit 'bout it, yeah, we could hit 'bout it
I ain't passin' my reefer, you don't like it, we could hit 'bout it
We could hit 'bout it, yeah, we could hit 'bout it
I ain't doin' no features, you don't like it, we could hit 'bout it

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Polo Boy Production My nigga Que, Johnny (Polo Boy Shawty on the track, so I am killin' it!) Ooh, Kodak, I'm so sick I be illin' it (ew) I come with that swag, and they be feelin' it (they be feelin' it) Youngest nigga in the building, how I get in it? (Oh, how I get in here) The DJ fuck with Kodak, he be spinnin' it (oh, he be spinnin' it) Coudn't never save my money, I kept spendin' it (I kept spendin' it) On silly shit, just wilin', bein' ignorant (call my young nigga) Now I'm flippin' it, and doin' tricks with it (on my young nigga) Gettin' money, I just keep on gettin' it Kodak moment, when I come through they be filmin' it (they be on a nigga) You niggas fam and them, I ain't no friend to them (I ain't no friend of you) My homie Shade and I, I call him Eminem (that's crazy man) Flies everywhere, oh, I be killin' em (oh I be killin' em) Lil Kodak on the beat, that's why you listenin' (that's why you listenin') I got gold all on my teeth, yeah, they be glistenin' (glistenin') Swimmin' in the money, you's a fisherman? (You's a fisherman?) Kodak bop and skrt, skrt, I be stickin' it (I be stickin' it) My nigga Jam, he in a predicament (he's in situation) I gave her the boot, just call me Timberland You a hatin' nigga, I pulled up adrenaline (I pull up the energy) Told her give me head first, 'cause I'm a gentleman (I told her go first) All I do spaz, I keep doin' it (I keep doin' it) I'm finessin' for the cash, I'm maneuverin' it Sorry, baby, I can't be your Superman (I can't see you motherfucker) I keep my K's up, call me Kunta K (always win motherfucker) Catch me gettin' two of them Benz, goin' super saiyan Free my nigga Cool, free lil' Cool and them Free my nigga Polo Pool, free Soo Woo and them T-Bird done went down, he brung the crew with him I be slidin' on my lonely, I be coolin' it (I be coolin' it) I'm glad I'm in the coupe, 'cause only two can fit (only two can fit) Young Money on them flockas, and he losin' it (my nigga out of mind) Bam on them flockas, on that stupid shit (he got 'em loss man) I'm all about my guala, stick and move and shit (all about my money) You is just a groupie, you a bougie bitch (just a fucking dick) I don't like you, I just like the way yo' booty sit (I just like your booty) Told her move, get out the way, call me Ludacris (yeah, call me Luda-) Oh, yeah, I'm smoother than some lubricant (smoother) Don't go there, 'cause I don't wanna shoot a bitch Okay Ayy, 1800 block, Project Baby Know your boy, ugly corner boy Ayy, ayy (Polo Boy Production)

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All my niggas switching up 'Cause they see lil' nigga, I'ma star, different cars, I be switching up Pulled up to the spot, dropped my top, started raining pull my ceiling up And nigga I can have all the fucks in the world, I won't give you one Money standing tall, nigga, if your money low better get it up Man, I'm feeling like I'm Diddy Kodak photogenic, paparazzi panoramic I just woke up in a Bentley Benny pop a wheelie Christian Louboutin Benny's Rollie tailor fitted Time is money, so don't call me, I ran out of minutes .40 to yo' face, 20/20 vision Man, this here is Prada linen Yeah, my Twitter trending Did I mention I got Actavis all in my kidney? Boy, you better get this money You'll see why I love it She be giving good brain But that bitch a dummy I be hoppin' like a bunny Yeah, my girlfriend love me And boy you broke, as a joke, man, that shit ain't funny All my niggas switching up 'Cause they see lil' nigga, I'ma star, different cars, I be switching up Pulled up to the spot, dropped my top, started raining pull my ceiling up And nigga I can have all the fucks in the world, I won't give you one Money standing tall, nigga, if your money low better get it up I'm fly like Peter Pan I'm on lean and Zans I'm on Neverland It's Kodak, run and tell a friend My plug a Mexican Look at Kodak, Kodak coming with that mess again Nigga, I'ma switch it up Window tinted up Money out the ass No, if and buts Shooters posted on my porch I pour a 4 Amusement park how my chain swingin' back and forth She tell me she want some more Then bitch get back in line I'm a sniper, pussy boy you better recognize That's that nigga Lil' nigga with that big ol' 9 Man, yo' pockets touchin' Boy, you paralyzed All my niggas switching up 'Cause they see lil' nigga, I'ma star, different cars, I be switching up Pulled up to the spot, dropped my top, started raining pull my ceiling up And nigga I can have all the fucks in the world, I won't give you one Money standing tall, nigga, if your money low better get it up

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