[Intro: Lil Playah]
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b*tch
[Verse 1: Lil Playah]
My pockets fat, your sh*t skinny
b*tch, I play with them racks, I got plenty
He talkin' real tough like he really about it
So we pull on his block with a whole damn semi
b*tch, I be running through money, I'm Sonic
He said that I'm trash but he copied, ironic
Had to leave that lil' white b*tch, she want the money
I'ma laugh to the bank like that sh*t was a comic
These ni**as mad I went up like a comet
Your b*tch, she givin' me head like a bonnet
They be hating on me, they won't get out my comments
They keep hating on me, I don't care to be honest
These ni**as really be lame to me
They goofy, they all the same to me
I look at these ni**as like enemies
I just pray that the fame don't get to me
You better pray that ho won't get with me
My money long, lil' ni**a, like limousine
Spanish b*tch, she love that Hennessy
I might just put that ni**a out his misery
[Verse 2: Slump6s]
A lot of these ni**as be jealous 'cause I'm going up, boy, you better come kill me
Your ni**as speaking on me, I ain't talking a bean but we aim at his kidneys
She hit my phone, [?]
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Not going up, boy, your music is sh*tty
Me and my ni**as riding through the city
Hanging with a biddie in a helicopter
So many bullets, he gon' need a doctor
Teach him a lesson, I don't need a proctor
Bad ho, she in the kitchen cooking lobsters
She the only one who got some options
Like a custodian, I'm finna mop sh*t
Hot on the beat, I'm on it just to talk sh*t
I hop on the beat, I'm on it just to tell a ni**a how I shoot it like it's NBA
Counting the racks up, do it every day
That ni**a stalking, I know where you stay
Hop in a jet, go to a different state
Hop in a jet, go to a different city
I'm in the bay, I'm balling like I'm Iggy
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I'm up in Houston, I ain't talking Whitney