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Two-door coupe Hoppin' out like Jack-in-the-Box, nigga I'm gon' shoot If this thirty's all that I got, nigga

Time's up Got my coins up, my bars up, soon we find 'em We gon' slide 'em, we lined 'em Straight reclined 'em Pistol grip, I got all kinds of I'm not your driver Shot gon' hit him, he won't answer I'm blowing ganja So much work, they call me old school I remind you That bitch you think you got is not you Where you find her? She a kickstand, a big fan, I get behind her Then I slid it in, I win, I win, ayy

I mean that's bitch shit Faking like you got it in your pockets Yeah, that's bitch shit Talking to them hoes, you steady gossip Yeah, that's bitch shit Telling on your mans so you can scram Yeah, that's bitch shit Pull it out and acting like it jam Yeah, that's bitch shit Hating on another nigga come-up Yeah, that's bitch shit Staying in because you know it's summer Yeah that's bitch shit You a bitch boy, on my mama, uh

Okay, let's get it, bitch, let's get it, woo Got a plan, we gon' kill his man The gun won't jam, it's on on sight I might get life, that's on my life The four-four-five, the go, green light To build that price, it filled up nice The god won't die

Okay, let's get it, bitch, let's get it, woo See no flaws, in my purest form Bitch, I'm greedy, uh Goyard tags, filled with hella cash This my gimme bag Zeroes add, we don't do no class Nigga, nine subtract, ayy

Two-door coupe, hoppin' out like Jack-in-the-Box, nigga I'm gon' shoot if this thirty's all that I got, nigga Y'all on mute, ain't no back-talk on my block, nigga Numb numb juice to the head, fuck up the opps, nigga

Two-door coupe, hoppin' out like Jack-in-the-Box, nigga I'm gon' shoot if this thirty's all that I got, nigga Y'all on mute, ain't no back-talk on my block, nigga Numb numb juice to the head, fuck up the opps, nigga

CrasH Talk, take two