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It's like I still got this habit of ridin' with savages I'm tryna chill, I be trippin' like Smith & or 'matic'll Get you vac-sealed and then you boxed In your basement or Attica (attic) Take it to the field and pitch it: you CC Sabathia I be eatin', still hungry, Mommy made a scavenger Just ate my new bitch pussy – mmm, smell lavender! Trappin' out the 2-16 tinted Challenger Ain't enough goddamn days on the calendar Old school Jim Jones, nigga still ball Ain't no profit from that last move, flipped it all They always think it can't happen 'til they get a call Baby be online shoppin', she ain't into malls And I be dumpin' with the scammers She a bird, but she a hawk, plus she from Atlanta I ain't have designer on, bagged her in my 'jamas Pull up bumpin' Panda, Panda, Panda… Black and white mixed, more black, she a tanner Full house wash the white girl: Jesse Tanner Mommy said: "Let her come first," I got manners Grandma raised everybody, shoutout to my nana Homie, ain't a sprint, this a marathon How I'm on Lebanon, somethin' upper echelon I pull up like Megatron – Skrrrt! Then it transform, only know push to start Shoppin' with a bad bitch, I don't even push the cart Letras de cancionesShe like pilates, smoothies, and like Whole Foods Blonde hair, I'm just sayin', Super Saiyan Goku Just how I pick 'em though, blood on that piccolo Meet 'em on the block and slide off, just a give-and-go Stock' and Malone, I'm cockin' the chrome Macaulay Culkin, have you locked in your home Sixteen had the block to my own My block is my home, no checkin' in, my pop wasn't home 100 custi's had 'em locked in a phone All that talkin', that is not my thing I really show you how that hotline bling Tatted on me, swear I got my team Run up on me, swear I got my thing It's like I still got a habit of fuckin' these ratchets Niggas hatin', homies waitin' just clutchin' these ratchets Henny and Xan, all summer '16 madness Instagram pictures, Walking Dead, fuck a caption Busy, baby, I be workin', I'm a renegade She get around me, now she wanna bump Lemonade Heated transaction, bring a scale, get it weighed Juice with the lemonade, mix it in a Minute-Maid Lost friends, lost bitches too I was tryna get it, boo Loyalty is royalty, what kinda bitch is you? And these niggas, they be iffy Used to be my dawg, you was on my left titty From Letras Mania