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Uh-huh (Yeah) Okay (Damn, JakeSand) Okay, motherfucker Okay He cannot afford to fill up his gas tank (No) Moving militant, I'm finna pull up in a tank (Pew) I ain't totin' any straps, but I'ma stab him with a shank (Totin' straps) Tryna get up on our level, you gon' have to climb the ranks (Bitch) If you add 'em like a [?], then bitch I'm Agent Cody Banks (Banks, banks) Everyday I wake up to my DM's sayin' shit cranks I just took a trip to London and they was callin' me a wank You a weird ass lil' kid sayin' "4/20 dank" Bruh, it's 2020, why the fuck you tryna still battle rap? If my son be talkin' crazy, I'ma ask where the paddle at I just caught one of my opps riding 'round in a Pontiac Bustin' bang plays all night, think I'm insomniac In the eye of the swiper I ain't into fraud, but these ho's ain't either (Swipe, swipe, swipe) Throwin' bullets, bitch, I feel like DeShone Kizer I just lay with your bitch and she wet, like a geyser Different attire, rockin' Amiri (Yeah) Shoutout to [?] ask questions like Siri (Yeah) I mix the Helmut Lang up with the Billabong I cannot find the next bar, I'ma end the song (Bitch, what?) No I won't Letras de cancionesHo's on my line, adios (Adios) Bitch, I'm smokin' on loud audio (Audio) Keep on runnin' from his opps, like it's cardio I just need a down to earth bitch, not a party ho Posted on the block like Nene Hilario (I'm posted on the block) She be steady snortin' on the yay What you gotta say? I got three glicks on me, I'ma pull up with a K Said he 'boutta roll a three gram wood, it's a J (Three grams) Move like Chris Hansen, pull up where you stay (Yeah) I just got a ten band check, where is it? My pocket Fur up on the Moncler, feel like Davy Crockett (Davy Crockett) He thought he was the plug, but really he the socket Tryna box for the cheese, he ain't even tryna cop it Caught this motherfucker stealin', had to hit him with the brass knuckle I just ran up on an opp and I saw him usin' Bumble And I ran up on my OG, caught him wearin' Buckle Pour a deuce up in my berry, now I'm feelin' like I'm Huckle Tried to sell me a bag of mid, I just had to chuckle I just went and stopped a hurricane, my fit a walking puddle From Letras Mania