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Lean in my Fanta
I need backends
I know niggas who had the sauce who turned to crackheads
That's a fact
I've been sinning back to back
But F*ck it
Where it's at
You want smoke?
Where you at

If she freaky & get treeeshy ima buy that bitch some DG
If we outside 3 deep
We carrying 3 of these's
So you catching 3 of theses
But I ain't no peewee
Stop tryna be me
Cause you can't be me

You ain't have like I had it
No I'm taking off like al ladin
Keep me a tool like go gadget
Clear whole room that's close casket
They ain't see it coming should of wore glasses
I ain't have no daddy
Shit got real
Took my first flight out To Miami
Me & my amigos (Migos)
Pull up with 50s
Left off a 6 piece
Flipping your whip, we
Splitting your wig piece
They spreading like whip cream
Jumping up out of the whip
Like Where is you going & did him like RICKY
No you can't play me I Been that
Can't name a hood I ain't been at
Can't name a block we ain't spin back
Bitch you a thot don't forget that
She said I'm mean
Tee 300 & my jeans 15
Do for the team
Need my cream
Nigga stop fronting & show me the green
I'm taking the breesh
Bin laden
Cut a nigga up then bag him
Put him in the trunk then trash him
Uh huh
She bragging
So ima just f*ck Then pass it
She doing tricks Gymnastics
Pull up rarri then crash it
I got bad habits