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[ Featuring Ethan Ross, Sayfalse ]

I'ma do the devil dance
I'ma put you in a headlock while your pissing in your pants
I don't give a f*ck about you bitch you might as well be dead
Bitch I'm heading to the top no stops
Like bitch I'm on go
My bad my bad I ain't even mean to flex like that
Bitch leave me lone
Hit you with a motherf*cking bat
Ima smoke you like a motherf*cking pack
Bitch I never keep it tote
Four deep y'all still get folded
Hold this dick, finna bust on yo wife she a hoe
My bad my bad, I ain't notice
Oh shit, step on 'em crushing they bones
Shoot a muthaf*cka with a hundred f*cking mags
Ay, don't face me bitch, turn your back
I've been running band, stacking all these f*cking racks
Ey that's why all these bitches looking at me like that
Bitch I don't wanna f*ck
All these bitches f*cking suck
I've been working on myself cause these bitches can't love
I've been in my feelings every signal f*cking day
But I keep it to myself cause I'm tryna get paid
I whip it out and she about to guzzle a gallon
I see my bank account I'm going wild I doubled my balance
These motherf*ckers all wanna compare the hustle with talent
You wasn't about it and now I finna stunt in a palace
You motherf*cking lil weaklings couldn't be kings
Got the sixth sense boy I being seeing things
Hit the corner store, iced tea and peach rings
Pulled her cus I'm a g, now I pull her g string
To the side, bitch we gon ride
Cannot compete cus they don't got no drive
Got no ambition it's not no surprise
Cone Gang bitch why the f*ck would try?
Heard they wanna take my soul
Ha ha ha motherf*cker I'm staying on go
Heard they stop me, woah
Y'all f*cked up, we be riding out
Like bitch I'm on go
My bad my bad I ain't even mean to flex like that
Bitch leave me lone
Hit you with a motherf*cking bat
Ima smoke you like a motherf*cking pack
Bitch I never keep it tote
Four deep y'all still get folded
Hold this dick, finna bust on yo wife she a hoe
My bad my bad, I ain't notice
Oh shit, step on 'em crushing they bones
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I'ma do the devil dance
I'ma put you in a headlock while your pissing in your pants
I don't give a f*ck about you bitch you might as well be dead
Bitch I'm heading to the top no stops
Like bitch I'm on go
My bad my bad I ain't even mean to flex like that
Bitch leave me lone
Hit you with a motherf*cking bat
Ima smoke you like a motherf*cking pack
Bitch I never keep it tote
Four deep y'all still get folded
Hold this dick, finna bust on yo wife she a hoe
My bad my bad, I ain't notice
Oh shit, step on 'em crushing they bones
Shoot a muthaf*cka with a hundred f*cking mags
Ay, don't face me bitch, turn your back
I've been running band, stacking all these f*cking racks
Ey that's why all these bitches looking at me like that
Bitch I don't wanna f*ck
All these bitches f*cking suck
I've been working on myself cause these bitches can't love
I've been in my feelings every signal f*cking day
But I keep it to myself cause I'm tryna get paid
I whip it out and she about to guzzle a gallon
I see my bank account I'm going wild I doubled my balance
These motherf*ckers all wanna compare the hustle with talent
You wasn't about it and now I finna stunt in a palace
You motherf*cking lil weaklings couldn't be kings
Got the sixth sense boy I being seeing things
Hit the corner store, iced tea and peach rings
Pulled her cus I'm a g, now I pull her g string
To the side, bitch we gon ride
Cannot compete cus they don't got no drive
Got no ambition it's not no surprise
Cone Gang bitch why the f*ck would try?
Heard they wanna take my soul
Ha ha ha motherf*cker I'm staying on go
Heard they stop me, woah
Y'all f*cked up, we be riding out
Like bitch I'm on go
My bad my bad I ain't even mean to flex like that
Bitch leave me lone
Hit you with a motherf*cking bat
Ima smoke you like a motherf*cking pack
Bitch I never keep it tote
Four deep y'all still get folded
Hold this dick, finna bust on yo wife she a hoe
My bad my bad, I ain't notice
Oh shit, step on 'em crushing they bones
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Writer: Ethan Yampolsky, Gabriel Rivera, Saint Rxse, Say false
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave, Identity Music Ltd

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