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Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
I'm getting payments through text
They on my phone like you get that?
I give a fuck bouta ex
No I do not need my bitch back
I mean that with all disrespect
Cause she on my dick like I hit that
I keep my foot on they neck
We get to crackin' like we was a Kit Kat
We get to dumping, now that shit a big mag
Ain't talking Mickey's
That boy came with Big Macs
That boy like Ricky
He doing them zig zags
He could get popped like a pill
Or a Tic Tac
Ion know why, but I'm feeling like Tony
When you get money that shit feeling lonely
I think that she love the old me
Yeah, I ran it up can't hold me
Yeah, this coming straight from the dome
I know that lil bih can't leave me alone
So I had to make a lil diss in a song
I know she listen she swear that she don't
She try to fuck with me, then fuck with bro
I heard that pussy got yeast, no dough
I'm smoking on pressure, I'm smoking on strong
Getting these bands, we get 5 for a show
Yeah, racks coming in too quick
Now the IRS stay on my dick
All of my pieces done hit
I took my money out Crypto, I'm rich
You could get flipped though
Just like a brick
You could hate on my ass
But you ain't on shit
You stuck in the past
Can't heal
We smoking on gas
That real
Model bitch named "Paris"
But I think she from Brazil
I be in the lair
Cooking up in the stu
No I don't play fair
You try kick it, you get boomed
Then what the fuck you gon do
That bih get wet like a pool
I'm getting payments through text
They on my phone like you get that?
I give a fuck bouta ex
No I do not need my bitch back
I mean that with all disrespect
Cause she on my dick like I hit that
I keep my foot on they neck
We get to crackin' like we was a Kit Kat
We get to dumping, now that shit a big mag
Ain't talking Mickey's
That boy came with Big Macs
That boy like Ricky
He doing them zig zags
He could get popped like a pill
Or a Tic Tac
Ion know why, but I'm feeling like Tony
When you get money that shit feeling lonely
I think that she love the old me
Yeah, I ran it up can't hold me