Get the fuck outta here
Doesn't make any sense
You not sippin' on juice? Doesn't make any sense
You not rockin' with the crew? Doesn't make any sense
Goin' back to your ex? Doesn't make any sense
Why you tryna flex? Doesn't make any sense
You not sippin' on juice? Doesn't make any sense
You not rockin' with the crew? Doesn't make any sense
Goin' back to your ex? Doesn't make any sense
Why you tryna flex? Doesn't make any sense
I can't really fuck with you if you ain't getting to a check
Yeah, my whole team with it and you know that we up next
VS star power chain, I ain't really tryna flex
And I'm really from the shot, got it tatted on my chest
Diamonds drippin', Mc Flurry, new ice age
You ain't really got it from the dirt, you bitch made
All she wanna do is slurp me up, like Minute Maid
Hit up Johnny Dang, I just got me a new tennis chain
Why they hate? Cause I got the juice in LA
Drop the top while she blow me like a flute, wait
Why they hate? Cause I got the juice, Bentley Coupe
Sippin' juice, I might drop the roof, wait
You not sippin' on juice? Doesn't make any sense
You not rockin' with the crew? Doesn't make any sense
Goin' back to your ex? Doesn't make any sense
Why you tryna flex? Doesn't make any sense
You not sippin' on juice? Doesn't make any sense
You not rockin' with the crew? Doesn't make any sense
Goin' back to your ex? Doesn't make any sense
Why you tryna flex? Doesn't make any sense
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