(Real trap shit)
(Nephilim)
Hollows through his stomach
Sick right to my stomach (Stummy)
I'll air out this function
Pussy nigga, stop that bluffing
Hollywood, sippin' Tussin'
She give throat, so slushie
Boolin', with my cousin (Boolin', stummy)
This lil' ho so cussy
Ho made it work like Dunkin'
I'm finna let that drum hit you, so keep making assumptions
Yeah, fuckin' this ho, then I'm done with you
What I'm feelin' when that drum hit
Bend her over, tryna fuck, bitch
I ran it up, now I'm dumb rich
I ain't never need a handout, but they always got they hand out
Body shots, I got 'em fanned out (Fanned out)
And I'm richer than a lot of these niggas
???
They like, "Che got a rocket on him"
It's Balenci', I'm rockin' on them
Little freak ho with white on her lip
Fuck a label, won't sign to them niggas
Yeah, Trackhawk never get tired (Never)
I'm tryna see Blac Chyna (Ooh)
New SoHo, Messiah (Uh, uh)
Yeah-yeah-yeah, smokin' on Doja (Doja)
Brand new Prada
It's hella shit that I'm proud of
Gen 6, aim it right at his mama
New drank, get Fortnite Llama
Uh, I love countin' commas
Just wait for my come-up
Choppa bul-, if he ever run up
Niggas, they play like Osama, now
Got eyes like Gunther
P-Pussy nigga, put yo guns up
Draco hit him, that's a bummer
Drunk bitch got me fucked up, nigga always wear a rubber
My ho tried to get her butt done, I'm finna get her another
Hollows through his stomach (Hollows through his stomach)
Sick right to my stomach (Thumbin')
I'll air out this function
Pussy nigga, stop that bluffing
Hollywood, sippin' Tussin'
She give throat, so slushie (Slushie)
Boolin', with my cousin (Cousin)
Ho made it work like Dunkin'
I'm finna let that drum hit you
Yeah, fuckin' this ho, then I'm done with you
What I'm feelin' when that drum hit
Bend her over, tryna fuck, bitch
(I ain't never need a handout, nah, nah)
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