LYRICS
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Uh-uh-uh-uh (yeah, hello, be quiet)Uh-uh-uh-uh (oogie mane, he killed it)Uh-uh-uh-uh (big bad bitches, big bad, lil uziI'm working on dying) , yeahUh, uh, uh, uh (yeah)Uh, uh, uh, uh (yeah)I ain't gotta flex no moregave my watch to my best friend (woah)Coppin' shit you can't affordhundred k right on my necklace (yeah)I be calling your bitch when I'm boreddo that in the past tense (woah)I be drippin' and swaggin' of course (woo) , ayyI poured a two in the four (dang) , woah (yeah)I'm right hereI got opps from the 30 and I ain't scared(I ain't scared, yeah)Pulled up in the 30, they some squares (pulled up)Got a Glock with a thirty and I ain't scared (no, I'm not)I'm not flexin' on you, baby, it's right here(it's right here)Got a Glock and that. 30 right under your chair(under your chair)Two hundred right up on my dash, my coupe right here (skrrt)Throw it up, don't be scared (uh)I was throwin' up and it was clear (what?)I took too much molly, I can't hear (what?)I fucked so many hoesI had to go and just switch states (uh)Raf simons on my jeansbut I'm still in my rick stage (yeah)I saw your rollie, rose gold, but it's not no big face (ayy)Bitch, you know I know where the brick stayyeah, I walk like a lick, ayy (ayy)Got a big Glock on my hip, ayy, yeahthat's right where my stick stay (yeah)Uh, uh, uh, uh (right where my stick stay)Uh, uh, uh, uh (right where my stick stay)Uh, uh, uh, uh (yeah)I ain't gotta flex no more, gave my watchto my best friend (yeah)Coppin' shit you can't affordhundred k right on my necklace (woah)I be calling your bitch when I'm boreddo that in the past tense (uh)I be drippin' and swaggin' of course, ayy (yeah)How many hundred thousand you make this year?On my thirty-secondI fucked that bitch on a perc' for an hourdon't do thirty seconds (no)Man, I'm from the 1600, so I don't fuck with no 32nd (woah)Francisville baby, you know how we rockingyou know we gon' wreck shit (wreck shit)Rest in peace, chico, for that boyyou know that I'm gonna keep flexin' (let's go far)Sometimes I still call his phonesometimes I still go to text him (on God)He was lackin' by the oppsI can't believe that they nixed him (yeah)I was standin' by the oppsI had thirty in my weapon (frrah)I was standin' by the opps, yeahI was standin' by the opps (yeah)I was standin' by the opps (huh?)I was standin' by the opps (yeah)I do the dash on the cops (skrrt)digital dash on my drop (huh?)I turned myself to a boss (ayy)fuck you, nigga, and the lawBaby girl head game strong, she suck my dick so longTell me what you want (want)I can get you on, wait (no way)You think he get money? Uh, look at his chainno pointers (okay)Yeah, it's molly world, come join us (join us, yeah)so much swag, can't afford itUh, uh, uh, uh (so much swag, can't afford it)Uh, uh, uh, uh (yeah)Uh, uh, uh, uh (okay)Uh, uh, uh, uh (okay)I ain't gotta flex no moregave my watch to my best friend (yeah)Coppin' shit you can't afford, hundred kright on my necklace (uh)I be calling your bitch when I'm boreddo that in the past tense (ayy)I be drippin' and swaggin' of course (yeah)No, he didn't (uh-uh) , yes, I didNo, he didn't (uh-uh) , yes, I didNo, he didn't (uh-uh) , yes, I did
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