[Intro: Future]
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(ATL Jacob, he a fuckin millionaire)
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[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
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First off, they need to free BG up out that slammer (Free BG)
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They think Im sweet cause I dont tote guns on camera (Brrt, brrt)
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I run through pints, I pour up fours in Fanta (I pour up fours)
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(Pour up fours, I pour up fours, pour up fours)
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I get all my drugs from the same nigga, know that its clean (Bee)
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This a real Tesla, I dont pop no five-dollar bean (Bee)
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My dawg hop out and get to sprayin like he shot me the green (Brrt, yeah, brrt, hey)
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Shit aint what it seems, dawg, I mean it (Dawg, I mean it)
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Niggas is not authentic, dawg, I seen it (Niggas not authentic, huh)
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She go the extra mile just for my penis (She go the extra mile, okay)
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All I hang around is baby demons (Yeah)
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Why these bitches tryna trap me? Ima just go and sеll the semen (Lеts go, lets get it)
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Almost thirty, damn near touched sixty Ms (Damn, okay)
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Bitch, you aint fly, all them outfits Skims (Shit, okay)
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That bandana burgundy cause of brims
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Free D Santi out that cell, know Bird Gang miss him (Slatt, blrrd)
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[Verse 2: Doe Boy]
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You aint fly, that aint Chanel, bitch, you go shop on Skims (Fool)
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Dont knock you cause you shop at Skims, but bitch, dont act like you trimm (Fool, trimm, trimm)
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Feel like Kylie, Kris, Khloe, yeah, I got Ks like Im Kim
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I-Im from Cleveland, I told Tristian put me on with Kendall (Oh, really? Come here, baby)
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Real nigga, said he came cause he fuck with her nigga
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Dunk on an opp like Ben Simmons when I come through and spin em (Rrah-baow-baow-baow)
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Slime em out, bitch, I been thuggin, pull up, dump out the window (Slatt, slatt)
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My oppers sweet, bitch, I dont feel em, I sleep on Gucci pillow (Pussy)
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Pull up shootin, think I wont, but bitch, I will like Im Willow
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Fresh-ass prince, R.I.P. lil Will, I told that bitch to bend over (Come here, baby)
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Hard to walk, my pockets heavy, I fuck round and tip over
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Chose they side, but he wasnt ready, switchy made him switch over (Switchy)
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Finesse, dont know a nigga colder, all I do is get over (Lets go)
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My ice cold like Minnesota, stack my racks to my shoulder (Racks, racks)
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Opp shoppin, gun you down in public, clap you at Kroger (Oh, really?)
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Told that lil bitch just come over, just might cop you a Rover (Mwah, come here, baby)
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If she block me, pour the Wocky in the pineapple soda (Wocky)
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You gon cry inside this Bentley or that broke niggas shoulder?
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Not like Joe Burrow, not from Cinci, bitch, Knowles Ave where I post up (Bop, bop, bop)
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Took her and her friends out on a trip, I told Yachty, “Pull that boat up” (Skeet)
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[Verse 3: Luh Tyler]
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In here rappin bout a ten ball, boy, that shit aint nothin (That shit aint nothin)
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All my haters, I cant stand yall, yall gotta stop that bluffin (Boy, stop that bluffin)
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Ayy, if it aint bout them bands, dawg, then it aint no discussion (No discussion)
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She so damn thick, cant get her pants off, my bitch got that muffin (She got that muffin, uh)
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She cant even get them britches off, my bitch, she too thick (She too thick)
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I done ran up so much digits, dawg, I think Im too rich (Bitch, Im too rich, yeah)
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I swear, I got so many bitches, I cant even pick (I cant even pick)
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If we locked in, aint no switchin, dawg, bitch, you gotta stick, yeah (You gotta stick, nigga)
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Yeah, bitch, I get up on that mic and make this shit look easy (Make this shit look easy)
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Ballin on these niggas just like Mike, they need to twenty-three me (Boy, twenty-three me)
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Niggas steady tryna steal my flow, I think they wanna be me (They tryna be me)
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I done ran up so much fuckin dough, I kinda feel like Beezy (Oh, really?)
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Diamonds skiing on my chain, I swear this shit look like a blizzard (This shit a blizzard, nigga)
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My lil nigga, he insane, he like to poof shit like a wizard (Poof, poof)
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She make me mad, Im quick to cut a bitch off, like go get the scissors (Go get the scissors)
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Bro, dont tell my bitch, but I low-key be fuckin with her sister (Huh?)
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[Outro: Future]
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(Last name Hendrix, whatever I do)
