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I've been cooking shid boy fuck you saying
I told bitch I pop this shid & still pop a Xen
The way I keep it p they call me Peter Pan
You lame boy go flex your bands
It took a lot yeah
You niggas broke yeah
A bunch of hoes
The money load yeah
I know you loaded
My pockets swollen
My niggas chosen
You ain't chosen
I keep the glocky moola yeah you know it's golden
I'm fuckin killer but I'm not poddin
I took a walk I should go out to poland
You thought you got a bitch but that bitch she hoing
It's 2am in the morning and my niggas bowing
You ain't from the O fuck you niggas just going
Fuck you niggas talking shit you niggas ain't locked in
I just drop a band count a band now popping
Fuck you talking shit you niggas just cocky
Keep a glocky gwala molla up in my pocket
Man I can't stop it
This a track hawk
And lil bitch I'm gonna hawk it
And we finna pop
We going to the top but I'm glad we ain't got no opps
I see you call the shots but yo niggas ain't even shot a shoot
You think that you got game but my shooter he got aim
The bitch she give me brain
How the fuck I'm I lame
I switched up on my hoes they ain't fucked me when I was low
It's time to pop my shi yeah going coast to coast