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[ Featuring AI.SLAPS ]

Whoa, oh

Too bad that lightning made me deceit me
I'm way out of here, I'm too far in the sky
Her man, Ashton, dumped my ashes
Bitch so pretty, look better than Cass
Puffin' on Zunis and she callin' me daddy
Walkin' on shoelaces and she callin' me daddy
Walkin' on shit, turn it up and I gas it
Came out the door, it ain't nothin' near as swaggy
Secure the bag, got a bitch, I'ma bag it

Turnin' it up, gotta make some shit good
Parkin' two mil' in the middle of my hood
Drinkin' on mud, I made it out of the sewer
Home, all accessories, whatever, I'm good
Lotta these niggas, they lookin' the same
They copy my lingo, they bitin' my chain
Championship, championship
Brain just gon' amp this shit
Just break a neck just to look at the kid

Dirty the Fanta but makin' it Canada
Broke this money like it's my religion
It's gon' be a mad day, a sad day
For any of these niggas that try to compare whatever I did
Down to touch the hunnid, just off the gig
I came out the jungle and kidnapped a kid
I trap out of balance for ten on the crib
I look at the ocean and spot thirty m's
Pinnin' while I'm at the city I'm in
I give my full and no matter where I'm in
I had such an ass, you don't think she could win
You f*ckin' me good but you helpin' me win
Niggas can't see me, ain't no competition
Too many braces, need a whole 'nother wrist
I'm never sober, don't think I'ma quit
I pop the E, I can feel it and kick

G5, the flight, nigga can't even see me
I'm way outta here, I'm too far in the sky
Curlin' ass straight up my asses
Bitch so pretty, look better than Cassie
Puffin' on Zutis and she callin' me daddy
Walkin' on sheets and she callin' me daddy
Walkin' on shit, turn it up and I gas it
Came out the gutter, it ain't nothin' here to swag it
Secure the bag, got a bitch, I'ma bag it
Turnin' it up, gotta make some shit good
Pocket two mil' in the middle of my hood
Drinkin' on mud, I made it out of the sewer
Throwin' hard accessories, whatever, I'm good
Lotta these niggas, they lookin' the same
They copy my lingo, they bitin' my chain
Championship, championship
Brain's just gon' amp this shit
Just break a neck just to look at the kid
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Whoa, oh

Too bad that lightning made me deceit me
I'm way out of here, I'm too far in the sky
Her man, Ashton, dumped my ashes
Bitch so pretty, look better than Cass
Puffin' on Zunis and she callin' me daddy
Walkin' on shoelaces and she callin' me daddy
Walkin' on shit, turn it up and I gas it
Came out the door, it ain't nothin' near as swaggy
Secure the bag, got a bitch, I'ma bag it

Turnin' it up, gotta make some shit good
Parkin' two mil' in the middle of my hood
Drinkin' on mud, I made it out of the sewer
Home, all accessories, whatever, I'm good
Lotta these niggas, they lookin' the same
They copy my lingo, they bitin' my chain
Championship, championship
Brain just gon' amp this shit
Just break a neck just to look at the kid

Dirty the Fanta but makin' it Canada
Broke this money like it's my religion
It's gon' be a mad day, a sad day
For any of these niggas that try to compare whatever I did
Down to touch the hunnid, just off the gig
I came out the jungle and kidnapped a kid
I trap out of balance for ten on the crib
I look at the ocean and spot thirty m's
Pinnin' while I'm at the city I'm in
I give my full and no matter where I'm in
I had such an ass, you don't think she could win
You f*ckin' me good but you helpin' me win
Niggas can't see me, ain't no competition
Too many braces, need a whole 'nother wrist
I'm never sober, don't think I'ma quit
I pop the E, I can feel it and kick

G5, the flight, nigga can't even see me
I'm way outta here, I'm too far in the sky
Curlin' ass straight up my asses
Bitch so pretty, look better than Cassie
Puffin' on Zutis and she callin' me daddy
Walkin' on sheets and she callin' me daddy
Walkin' on shit, turn it up and I gas it
Came out the gutter, it ain't nothin' here to swag it
Secure the bag, got a bitch, I'ma bag it
Turnin' it up, gotta make some shit good
Pocket two mil' in the middle of my hood
Drinkin' on mud, I made it out of the sewer
Throwin' hard accessories, whatever, I'm good
Lotta these niggas, they lookin' the same
They copy my lingo, they bitin' my chain
Championship, championship
Brain's just gon' amp this shit
Just break a neck just to look at the kid
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Writer: Bryan Lamar Simmons, Lesidney Cheyenne Ragland, Nayvadius Wilburn, Nils Noehden
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.


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