[Intro]
(Ooo-wee)
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[Verse 1]
This a $300 blunt
White Runtz in New York
500, had to drop my nuts
Plug calling me Kawhi-ya
How I drop the bucks
No my bitch ain't from the drive
But she drop the clutch
That's a purse filled up with ducks
Y'all lame ass n***as
Never made a bitch buy you lunch
Splash up to the Galleria
Frisco for brunch
N***a step foot on these Fendi's
He gone catch a punch
I ain't never been a sucker once!
Ole lollipop n***a, your flavor is popsicle
.99 cent sto', what that Rollie hit fo'?
It damn shole ain't rose gold
Look like it come from Citgo
Yo hoes love that powder more than you
That's where that rent go
How the fuck you a pimp though?
You and the dope man split dough!
All the P's know in the game
That ain't how shit go
The only addiction she supposed to have:
Is you, and pesos
The only thing that she supposed to grab:
Is what you say so
But you was on that play dough
So games gone get played, bro
That's what it is when it's on you
And it ain't in you, n***a
That's what a savage bitch gone do
When she run across a friendly n***a
Put that ass on 'em
Text him daily, and be prissy wit' 'em
Soon as that n***a get sprung
She need the digits n***a
And a Bentley n***a
Dummy...