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Woah, woah, woah Hah Great John on the beat, by the way (Boom, boom, bah) This bitch wild on my dick, she too freaky, huh In the ribs, I'm too deep When we spin on the opps, got two Vs, huh If that bitch got the kick, I need a piece (I need it) I be wylin' in her cheeks Now you see me in the hood, I'm a OG, huh I get respect if you know me And I know that you see I'm gettin' bigger (Gettin' bigger) I start gettin' moody off the liquor (I get moody) Like the artist I am, I paint the picture (Huh) Me and the foreign money thicker And you know I'm a stalker, call me Dipper (Bah, bah, bah, bah) And you know I'm a stalker, call me Dipper (Boom, yeah, yeah, Fross, bitch) Niggas know me and Fross back on the shit, huh (Ha) Ridin' 'round with a grip You could get shot, lil' boy, dismissed (Huh) Got me back on my shit (Doot, doot) Met a lil' bad bitch, bitch look thick (They bad) Pop a Perc' when I hit If she ain't have it, she the shit (Uh) When they seein' the case I just been livin' my life, been doin' my thing Letras de cancionesNobody can tell me shit (Nothin') Please don't call my line, don't hit my phone If you ain't talkin' 'bout them bricks (Don't call) You can't spin my block, can't spin my sign 'Cause I will dump out that clip Told that bitch, "Hold on, don't take off clothes I only need them lips" You bringin' out all the savagery (Boom) Bodies droppin', soldiers passin' me (Grrat) Blunts are rollin', gas surroundin' me While freaky bitches booty bounce on me (Boom, boom, boom) You say you love me, why you cappin' me? (Huh) We could fuck, just don't attach to me Only fuckin' baddies on the scene All them other bitches whack to me Like, bitch, I'm a G.O.A.T., uh G-O-A-T, y'already muhfuckin' know, ayy Eli F-R-O-S-S is a god (Grrt, bah), nobody can clone, uh Haha, hahahaha Hol' on, uh, huh Hol' on, uh, huh Hol' on, uh, look, uh No chill, niggas ain't been up in no field Shoot like I'm Kobe, no O'Neal That mean you catchin' bullets like Odell, Beckham Ain't no Nike, I check 'em, uh Tell my doggy, "Go get 'em," uh Water park how I wet 'em Like a hunnid K in these denims They like, "'Cause Crip, how you red 'em?" Watch the blood drip when I catch him We don't send texts, bring the TECs in Need a hunnid bottles in my section Send threats, better flex then 'Cause this chopper answer all my questions Uh, yeah, we ain't fuckin', she could gimme neck then Uh, yeah, think she mad I left her for her best friend Uh, huh, yeah, he the G.O.A.T., you could never touch him Uh, huh, yeah From Letras Mania