Poppin out of rari's chrome hearted Arty
Shorty off pills, I be getting chills
Shit could get real I've been spending fetty
Trying to fuck on you and your friend, only if you let me
Damn, bitch I'm drowning
Damn, right barnacles smokin on the gas ain't it
Breaking up the particles, take a nigga all the way
Put it on a article, leave you right on it
Like Ice Spice on it, she munch right on it
Like Mike Tys swingin' runnin up miles on it
Free my nigga spider ain't it, feeling like a spider hangin
Know you feel the base bumpin, London got the title ain't it
Whole lotta ??? Opp's need better aiming
I just spent like fifty million, I be goin supersayin
Whole lot of 42 bottles baby I dont want a chaser
I dont wanna play spin the bottle with you Im a big man
Feellin' like Scotty 2 Hotty taking off my shirt, damn
Bitch tryna ride my wave, Imma let her surf then
Feeling like Peter Pan, flying right through the wind
30 and a big 40, Hoodie on my head Marty
And I can't go on no date with you, niggas want my head darling
And i don't give dick for free, you goin' have to pay for it
Got alotta stars on my roof, baby I'm a big doggy
Plus I got a switch on me, bros won't switch on me
Bitch I'm drowning
Damn right, barnacles, smokin on the gas ain't it
Breaking up the particles, take a nigga all the way
Put it on a article, leave you right on it
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