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Ayy, huh, yuh (Members only)
Hey, shouts-out Rich Chigga (Haha, gang)
Ayy (Ronny J, listen up)

Niggas move like hoes, I don't get it, bitch, yuh
I will put a fuckin' hole in your fitted bitch, yuh
Run a check, Lil Llàri, bitch, I'm with it, bitch, yuh
Backseat, with that heat, fuck with it, ayy
Bitch, I'm on parole, still hit the dope, ayy
I just wanna fuck, ayy, bitch, I am a ho, ayy
Fuck with my niggas, catch a dick in your throat

Fuck wit' it, fuck wit' it, fuck wit' it, fuck wit' it
Fuck wit' it, fuck wit' it, fuck wit' it, fuck wit' it, ayy
Fuck nigga, ayy, fuck nigga, ayy, fuck nigga, ayy, fuck nigga
Fuck wit' it, fuck wit' it, fuck wit' it, fuck wit' it (Ayy)
Fuck wit' it, fuck wit' it, fuck wit' it, fuck wit' it, ayy
Fuck nigga, yuh, ayy (Yuh)
Fuck nigga, yuh, ayy (Yuh)
Fuck nigga, yuh (Yuh)
Ayy, yuh (Ayy)

I got opiate in my mothafuckin' vein, yuh
I got orca blade in my mothafuckin' hand, yuh
Kill my enemies then they go bleed to death, yuh
Wrist from underwater and my Gin on some Satan, yuh
nan geunyang cheoncheonhi killin' myself
Let me go underwater and wet up myself
I sesanghante paebaehal ba-e
geunyang nan chalali jasalhallae
nan geol-eo danineun beomgolae
Sprayin' water like Killer Whale
Look at my, look at my orca fames
It's us, flexin' like cocaine
domangchyeo, jjoch-agal ttaen, ayy
jabhimyeon ppaesgyeo, ne chein, ayy
geulae, inma, na-, naneun joein
Tanking on my neck, know I'm the man
And I'm still Underwater-water
nan susang-eseo sincheoleom geol-eo
chingudeul-ilang bogmyeon sseugo teol-eo
sido malgo ulil bomyeon domangchyeo, wuss
Fuck it up, run it up, domangchyeo, ayy
Fuck it up, run it up, domangchyeo, ayy
domangchyeo, domangchyeo, eodilo, eodilo
jabhimyeon naneun ppaes-eo, ne chein
Fuck it up, run it up, domangchyeo, ayy
Fuck it up, run it up, domangchyeo, ayy
domangchyeo, domangchyeo, eodilo, eodilo
jabhimyeon naneun ppaes-eo, ne chein

Uh, ayy, yuh
Born in '99 and I got 99 chicks in my crib (Ayy, what?)
X got out the Pen, I knew about it from his fuckin' team (Ayy)
Only make this shit then when you listen, you gon' fuckin' quit
Not from Florida but they like, "He go hard, he just a jit" (Buh, ayy)
On my dick, ayy, why you on my dick?
Swear, last week, you wasn't fuckin' with me
Now you tryna click (Ayy)
Wait, bitch, please do not make me wait
I fly over to your state (Ayy)
Don't be lyin' like the mothafuckin' cake, uh (Ayy)
20/20 vision, still not fuckin' with it
Every move I make, I do with precision
Everybody tryna get on a song
But what is the purpose when I'm not the feature?
Whoa, tryna be the G.O.A.T. but I just see them walkin' by my door
Make the country proud, I got the governor wearin' all my clothes

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