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I don't got no comment (Woah, ha)
(Ginseng)
I don't got no comment (Woah, ha)
(Dulio, shut up)
Yeah, bitch, I be touching them Ms, that broke boy quiet (Shh, shh)
They never did no drugs, not a day in they life, ha, hey
Got thirteen mill' from the deal, pockets so real (Ha, yeah)
I don't be fuckin' with nobody (Bitch)
How you faking that you got a song with all of these rappers? (What?)
(Ginseng)
I don't got no comment (Woah, ha)
(Dulio, shut up)
Yeah, bitch, I be touching them Ms, that broke boy quiet (Shh, shh)
They never did no drugs, not a day in they life, ha, hey
Got thirteen mill' from the deal, pockets so real (Ha, yeah)
I don't be fuckin' with nobody (Bitch)
How you faking that you got a song with all of these rappers? (What?)
How you faking that you got that money but you just a capper?
Yeah, called up Eliantte, flawless diamonds off the beach, watch 'em surfin'
Yeah, they checking my Feng shui, I don't got nothing, bitch I'm off the Earth
Earth, all of my pockets, they jumping, they twerk
For sure, I got another M just off the verse
Pockets swollen, ran up all my bands, I got my bag
Walked inside the building, fucked this skank, I fucked this girl
I don't fuck with nobody, not no one, not two, not— (Yeah)
Pulled up out to Paris, fashion week (Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, huh, huh)
One thing about me, lil' bitch, I don't care about mentions at all (Ginseng)
What the fuck my pockets on? Bitch, fuck attention (Dulio, shut up)
Paid my car off in cash 'cause I just felt like it
Pulled up to Paris for the weekend, I just felt like it
I'ma pop back a couple of these (Sheesh, sheesh) Percs
On sick, bitch, I got disease (Sheesh, sheesh) yeah, it hurt (Sheesh)
Yeah, how you fucking on a splish? (Sheesh)
Pulled up with a fucking wig on 'em (Sheesh)
Glock got a fucking switch on it (Sheesh)
Got a new 10 it's 'bout to switch on 'em (Sheesh) 30 got a fucking clip on it (Sheesh)
And my dick got your bitches lips on it (Sheesh, Ginseng)
And the drum got a fucking stick on it (Sheesh)
I don't got no comment (Woah, ha)
(Ginseng)
I don't got no comment (Woah, ha)
(Dulio, shut up)
Yeah, bitch, I be touching them Ms, that broke boy quiet (Shh, shh)
They never did no drugs, not a day in they life, ha, hey
Got thirteen mill' from the deal, pockets so real (Ha, yeah)
I don't be fuckin' with nobody (Bitch)
How you faking that you got a song with all of these rappers? (What?)
How you faking that you got that money but you just a capper?
Yeah, called up Eliantte, flawless diamonds off the beach, watch 'em surfin'
Yeah, they checking my Feng shui, I don't got nothing, bitch I'm off the Earth
Earth, all of my pockets, they jumping, they twerk
For sure, I got another M just off the verse
Pockets swollen, ran up all my bands, I got my bag
Walked inside the building, fucked this skank, I fucked this girl
I don't fuck with nobody, not no one, not two, not— (Yeah)
Pulled up out to Paris, fashion week (Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, huh, huh)
Yeah, called up Eliantte, flawless diamonds off the beach, watch 'em surfin'
Yeah, they checking my Feng shui, I don't got nothing, bitch I'm off the Earth
Earth, all of my pockets, they jumping, they twerk
For sure, I got another M just off the verse
Pockets swollen, ran up all my bands, I got my bag
Walked inside the building, fucked this skank, I fucked this girl
I don't fuck with nobody, not no one, not two, not— (Yeah)
Pulled up out to Paris, fashion week (Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, huh, huh)
One thing about me, lil' bitch, I don't care about mentions at all (Ginseng)
What the fuck my pockets on? Bitch, fuck attention (Dulio, shut up)
Paid my car off in cash 'cause I just felt like it
Pulled up to Paris for the weekend, I just felt like it
I'ma pop back a couple of these (Sheesh, sheesh) Percs
On sick, bitch, I got disease (Sheesh, sheesh) yeah, it hurt (Sheesh)
Yeah, how you fucking on a splish? (Sheesh)
Pulled up with a fucking wig on 'em (Sheesh)
Glock got a fucking switch on it (Sheesh)
Got a new 10 it's 'bout to switch on 'em (Sheesh) 30 got a fucking clip on it (Sheesh)
And my dick got your bitches lips on it (Sheesh, Ginseng)
And the drum got a fucking stick on it (Sheesh)
I don't got no comment (Woah, ha)
(Ginseng)
I don't got no comment (Woah, ha)
(Dulio, shut up)
Yeah, bitch, I be touching them Ms, that broke boy quiet (Shh, shh)
They never did no drugs, not a day in they life, ha, hey
Got thirteen mill' from the deal, pockets so real (Ha, yeah)
I don't be fuckin' with nobody (Bitch)
How you faking that you got a song with all of these rappers? (What?)
How you faking that you got that money but you just a capper?
Yeah, called up Eliantte, flawless diamonds off the beach, watch 'em surfin'
Yeah, they checking my Feng shui, I don't got nothing, bitch I'm off the Earth
Earth, all of my pockets, they jumping, they twerk
For sure, I got another M just off the verse
Pockets swollen, ran up all my bands, I got my bag
Walked inside the building, fucked this skank, I fucked this girl
I don't fuck with nobody, not no one, not two, not— (Yeah)
Pulled up out to Paris, fashion week (Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, huh, huh)
