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[Verse 1: Lil
I been on the gas
Hocus on the gas
I been in the cash
Going with the bags
I done went blonde, goin' Hulk Hogan on ass
my shooters "Count me out", and I end up doin' the math
I been fuckin' in the shower, so my soaked
I fuckin' on the counter 'cause my bed's soaked
You know my nice and cold, like some dead folks
You know my nice and low, like I make egg rolls, oh
I got them pills, we 'em illies
I got the wet, I'm whippin'
I rob his ass like Givens
I get Ms a mile a minute
pay your bill, I'm power trippin'
BET, that's how I'm
I got three followin' me
Ho, ho, ho; I'm the chimney
Hello, I make her throw her pussy toys, yeah
got a job, I make her look employed, yeah
She do the money in just her drawers, yeah
I make her count out loud, I listen
I fuckin' models, they been walkin' 'round in towels
They been snortin' powder, I been in takin' downers
They been countin' for hours, kisses by the thousands
Money and the power, they be in here Power
All my shooters accurate, codeine like a
Run up, run up in your factory, is on like Michael Jackson
Brrrt! up like a taxi
Stereo on max, and nigga your own casket
Nigga say to Rabbit
My lil bang
My lil homies, deranged
They don't the fame
Kill your ass then fly to
Ding-ding, coke and ice cream, shit got a nice ring
Put my face up in the pussy, I'm just
Yeah, at the world through an automatic
Sweet mother of pearls, sweet of Nazareth
Quickly, quickly, quickly, slow, baby
I turn your baby to a poor baby, sure baby
Look, I sit down without gettin' down
What's new in town? do it now
A couple marbles ain't found
A couple screws screwed around
My father ain't been 'round, my ain't missed a pound
The system of a down, and it's been up and
A psycho, all I'm missin' is the
Sippin' up, I enough to drown
Twistin' up a
High as fuck, a truck on clouds
Y'all so
I break a bunch of fuckin' vows
Come to hunt you
All up in your
Use protection when you around
Possession of
Imperfection, no
No correct transgression
Turn depression to
Got an obsession for
no pressure, no discretion
And the F is for the
"Flesh of all the ones, I left 'em, F 'em."

[Verse 2: Zoey
Your bitch so we run in it
Any club, got my gun in it
I ain't even got to you dudes
I'll get you young nigga
Eat, sleep, shit, rap
new AK, all black
Tunechi me this gift wrapped
bars sweet, candy, Kit-Kat
Hope you pussy get mad
Keep the voodoo on me,
Off-White, Gucci, mix
All my diamonds drip, splash
BMW, your bitch gave me top at the W
She told me Dollaz I'm you
bitches way too emotional, uh
So much perkys, I'm sober
Diamond choker, crazy,
Keep my niggas me, I tote 'em
be committed, I told her
Enough you niggas, I do not fuck with you niggas
I know I'm with you niggas
up with you niggas
We all was swipin' cards, scammin' it up with you
Miami ballin', it's a hobby, a nigga Joe Robby
Haitian or hibachi, ATV's, walkie-talkies
Chris Paul, we load the
ball, corner pocket
Ah man, nigga it
You know Dollaz
When it to rap, no problems
Haha, hold up, to 'em
I'm the hottest out in my
Bad boy too, ask
Hundred foot yacht, jet
Bitches bitches, lesbian
Niggas talkin' beef, see 'em
Y'all want beef, y'all vegan
If so, come, no
(Yeah, you get it?)
Future put me on, he from
Niggas in my city in a barrel
Made it out without help
I can say I did it
told me leave this beat blessed
I killed this shit, no
First 48, this
Someone tell me what's