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Them niggas used to press me on the carrot-colored bus(El segundo and prairie)That's why I'm paranoid now'cause niggas weird and really bumsHmm (woof, woof, woof, woof, woof)(hey now, say now, I'm all about my guap)OkayHey now, say now, I'm all about them bandsShit I'm on, bitch, you wouldn't understandHey now, say now, I'm all about my guapAp, richie, hmm, not on my watch'Cause brodie said: Don't even press the issueYellow boogers in my ear lobe, I need a tissueOh my God, I'm really that guy, huhYeah, bitch, I'm outside (grr)Laferrari popping on the 40 with the 5 (ugh)One ticket, two ticket, three ticket, four millionPut that lil' maybach truck in the garage, huhLil' bunny hop out, you seen me at the pop outPandemonium screaming like they brought pac outStop it with the chitchat, we airing out the kickbackBig stud energy the way I get my lick back, huh (ugh)Hey now, say now, I'm all about them bandsShit I'm on, bitch, you wouldn't understand (ugh)I'm the suspect, baby, I don't play victimI'll buy that nigga building just to evict himWhat that coachella pay like? It was eight figuresWhy don't I fuck with them guys? 'Cause I hate niggasOh (oh) my (my) God (God)I'm (I'm) really (really) that (that) guy, huhI got my chuck taylors onbut they look like loafers (hey now)I ain't sitting with you niggas, fuck I look like, oprah?Rather put 'em in the groundyou niggas look like gophers (hey now)Open doors for my niggas, bitch, I look like chauffeur, huhRip the ruler, keep it sewerStack the gouda, mind ya business, eat the cooter (yeah)Oh my God, I'm really that—(man, turn this shit the fuck up)I was up at westchester dodging all the high beamsGardena swap meet, shopping bogus ice creamI'm a hawthorne baby, shit is not warm, babyFour or five main bitches, I am not yours, babyAll these women is a habitBoyfriends mad 'cause they thought I was a f— (hey now)Hey now, say now, get sticky like a hun bunYou will never be the main guy, you're a plus one300k in four days, chromakopia (ugh)Twelve days gold, I ain't even drop deluxe one (ugh)Sold a million tickets first dayfor that new stage (bink, bink, bink, bink)Want smoke? We can puff one (ugh)One whip, two whips, black bitch, blue stripsGreen face grinch, tyler on his dr. Seuss shitTrue shit, I can put a number where your roof isParanoid 'cause niggas beef curtains, they got loose lipsOh my God (oh my God) , I'm really that guyHand claps? Congrats? Never said to mePut him on a pro club, that nigga dead to me(lose my number, nigga)Stop with that fake shit, stop with that fake shitStop with that fake shit, just stopwith that fake shit (fake shit)Le fleur got me fitted in my bestIf you got a problem with me, niggaget it off your chest (woo)Nigga, what?(Huh, huh, ooh)Get it off your chest (huh)Get it off your chest (huh, huh, ooh)I am not a tough guy, niggaget it off your chest (huh, huh, huh)I'm the type to bust on herand just lick It off her breast, nigga, uh (huh, huh, huh)I'm a freak, I don't beef (huh, huh)It's a bird, it's a plane, bitch, it's t (huh, huh)Cuttin' niggas off, want the rope? Aight, come, get itYou don't love me, you love the optics that come with itUh, uh, bitchChromakopia, niggaWorry 'bout tomorrow
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