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[Project Money and BabyTron]
Like, is you serious?
And send the work to Georgia, have 'em curious
My life need a dozen movies, Fast & Furious
Here comes the thirteenth one, this bitch ain't have her period
Fourteen shots have 'em delirious
We'll catch a body, then go take a Lake Erie trip
Your bitch keep blowin' up my phone, she on some eerie shit
On the road, this a me, myself, I, and Siri trip
Smokin' zaza out of Cali, this ain't no Larry zip
Blingin' in some Hutchy ice, this ain't no Gary kit
Have your ho trick over them treats, you on some scary shit
I think this bitch starin' 'cause I'm very rich
Hell yeah, you lift your wrist once, she on some glary shit
Think your bitch tryna fuck, she tryna braid my hair to twist
She gon' lick my clean balls, I ain't got no hairy dick
Life crazy, shit, I'm in the ring with a married bitch
I'd probably put a baby in a ho, but I ain't gon' marry the bitch
Twenty different flavor foreigns, I be on various shit
Hit the work twenty times, I got various mix
Cuddy got a fake D, the clerk think he Darius Finch
[Project Money]
She'll never know my government, take the ball and I'm runnin' it
Do your backyard like a Theta and I'm stompin' it
I'll put a ten on a one, they say I'm jumpin' it
Slide some shit across your forehead when I'm thumpin' it
[BabyTron]
Dancin' in the pussy, finna crump in it
Dead opps stuffed in the Havana, see the lumps in it?
Put a into the pot, like, don't you see the clumps in it?
Typical response, he said his blunt had some Runtz in it
[Project Money]
I'm sellin' ice 'bows, you see the chunks in it
J money, fuckin' up the road, yeah, I'm humpin' it
I'ma throw a frrt in the air, I ain't gon' duck with it
And smack my cousin', bitch ass had to function it
Dog Shit Militia, keep it confidential
Two bad bitches and two M's with me in the middle
Zaza gon' shit on dog when I start this kennel
When I have Jez pull the wood out, he ain't usin' a pencil
[BabyTron]
When they trace your body out, they ain't usin' a stencil
Told the spot-runner that we could use some utensils
Barack O., tryna fuck around and do the presidential
If your name on paperwork, you know you lose credentials
Double cups red, but I went and fully blew the bezel
All we missin' is some pitchforks, you'd think we knew the devil
Your lil' bitch irritating, all we do is wrestle
If we get the king's drop, he gon' lose his temple
Shit, we shootin' temples
[Project Money]
I ain't gon' cross over from God when I rock Essential
Put a switch on the back of the Glock, it's no longer a pistol
Beam still shootin' missiles
And throw an X-ray at your top like I'm tryna see your mental
Let's try a different situation, tired of being patient
Have you eat your food through a straw, you ain't gon' need no braces
He sung in that room more than Aretha Franklin
Catch you in that six-four ridin' low, I'ma take them Daytons
Really leave you stinking, bro Balenciaga stepping
Leave some letters at your front door 'cause you ain't get the message
Bitch, you bored, then put a tag on your toe, I got a feet fetish
Pause
Still got the blicky tucked in my drawers
Joker gift-wrapping presents, he ain't Santa Claus
I can be on planet Neptune, I'm slingin' Dragon Balls
Catch a contact when I pack this dog
Let me make this call
Smack put him down when he hit this raw
[BabyTron]
Treat his top like a Faygo pop, watch us twist it off
I can't leave your titi in the spot 'cause she gon' sniff it all
Shit, you know it's that if we get involved
Shit, you know it's fa-fa-fa, and then we peelin' off
You'll hear about a run that's go and probably still'll jog
Bitch tried to put a collar on me, but I'm still a dog
Thinkin' 'bout the opps, no homo, I'm tryna kill 'em all
Told that bitch, "Like my double cup, better not spill at all"
I don't like the Tris, but ain't no Wock', I might just sip it all
I'm in Wichita just to get it gone
Blowin' out the leaf, my white boy talkin' 'bout, "Go get a bong"
He was fuckin' Big Meech, now his chains gettin' pawned
He was macho Randy Savage 'til he got them bitches snatched
Why he think I'm finna give him dap? Pussy, this ain't that
I heard this ain't facts, all I know is this ain't cap
This ain't an act, this ain't hat
Had the nerve to say he had some vintage, pussy, this ain't Act'
That ain't racks, that's a hundred stacks, what's up with that?
I could reach into my mattress, up and double that
I just caught a body, get the bricks, tape, and bubble wrap
And some gas and a match
I was finna throw him in the lake, but I'ma torch his ass
When his family get to cryin', I'ma more than laugh
When your bitch eat the dick, she does more than gag
I know you more than sad, I could do more than brag
I could do more than flash, you can't do more than half
It's that one season, I got another door to crack
Lookin' like a tourist, Dior bucket off the boarding pass
In the club, throwin' chicken rolls towards the nats
It's raining hard, I hope my ex-bitch drive into the storm and crash
Strikers, strikers, my cuddy, he perform in Scats
Tap a hat, take it to the chop shop, then floor the 'Cat
I'll get your SSN, I'll get the drop, I'll beat your ass, shoot you in your face, I do more than rap
[BabyTron]
ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, long live $cams forever
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