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Sippin' that wok, you sippin' synthetic, nigga a dub (Nigga a dub)
It's 218, the nigga you hit when you need you a plug
She knows I'm that nigga, she know I got work that's why she wanna f*ck
Try to finesse me, if you on that weird shit get hit with a snub
I'm with your shorty, I hit from the back while I'm counting these bands
F*ck BOA, they take too long to count my bands
Check my neck, my wrist, my bitch, my fit, my bands
Hit Orlando, TSA ain't catch my xan's
Diamonds, frostbite, foreign, fog lights
Red dot, headshot, my fit, deadstock
I don't need fronts, ima pay it out
If you want war, we can air it out
Nigga tryna rob imma lay em down
Get another pack and I mail out
USPS, the driver my friend
I don't need a mail key, he let me in
I have my lil baby deliver the pack
I mailed my dad a lil pack of some gas
Hit up the ATM, grab me some cash
Slapping these ones on this lil stripper ass
Chanel on my body she not in my class
12 get behind me I'm doing the dash
I found a new plug, I just ordered a pack
Got that lil bum nigga outta my trap
Ain't beating you up nigga, I got the strap
Nigga a pussy and those are just facts
(Nigga a pussy and those are just facts)
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Sippin' that wok, you sippin' synthetic, nigga a dub (Nigga a dub)
It's 218, the nigga you hit when you need you a plug
She knows I'm that nigga, she know I got work that's why she wanna f*ck
Try to finesse me, if you on that weird shit get hit with a snub
I'm with your shorty, I hit from the back while I'm counting these bands
F*ck BOA, they take too long to count my bands
Check my neck, my wrist, my bitch, my fit, my bands
Hit Orlando, TSA ain't catch my xan's
Diamonds, frostbite, foreign, fog lights
Red dot, headshot, my fit, deadstock
I don't need fronts, ima pay it out
If you want war, we can air it out
Nigga tryna rob imma lay em down
Get another pack and I mail out
USPS, the driver my friend
I don't need a mail key, he let me in
I have my lil baby deliver the pack
I mailed my dad a lil pack of some gas
Hit up the ATM, grab me some cash
Slapping these ones on this lil stripper ass
Chanel on my body she not in my class
12 get behind me I'm doing the dash
I found a new plug, I just ordered a pack
Got that lil bum nigga outta my trap
Ain't beating you up nigga, I got the strap
Nigga a pussy and those are just facts
(Nigga a pussy and those are just facts)
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Writer: Darin Norwood, James Figueroa Jr., Jason Santiago
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