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Bitch, let me see that shit you doin' all on TikTok Lil' baby, she a freak, she ride the dick up to the tip-top Lil' brodie, he a demon, killin' shit right in his flip-flop Let off sixty, just a pitstop She see me on and off the road, she wanna dickride Pocket full of blue faces like I'm Chrisean Pour out some syrup for the guys, I swear I miss mine Put a bitch on the curb I'ma serve, I'ma swerve Man, I gotta move this work Yeah, I trap the first to third Hit a bitch from the 'burbs 'cause her daddy got the birds Fuck with mines, we gon' purge, we gon' put you on a shirt Grab a pop, I got drop, it don't stop On the block where it's hot Try to pull up, boy, and catch a hundred shots Can I see you pop, drop? Show me how you ride a cock I been doin' it since a kid, I can show you how to cop I can show you how to shop, I can't show you how to stop Go 'head, pour it in a pop, bro 'nem loadin' up the chops Right They like, "Bro, you hot," switch on every Glock This my favorite fuckin' thot, put her on every opp Granny mad at cuddy 'cause he fucked up every pop Switchy on the blicky, we trippin' in every shop Letras de cancionesI got two, three spots, pick and choose, you wanna cop Sellin' dope, yup, since a kid, teach you how to make somethin' lock Tell that bitch to kick some rocks unless she givin' top Tell that bitch to kick some rocks unless she get the drop Right Gold 41, it look like a Grammy I told her, "If we get pulled over, put this in your panties" Playin' TRX, already pulled up in the Chally I keep one up top, so it's gon' make it hard to hat me She wanna fuck, she a tuck Duck smooth as fuck I'm the type to run up five hundred and cop Ferrari truck We'll blow the party up, why you got your Cartis tucked? Only hittin' Barbie sluts, buyin' all the Marni stuff Bitch, we been bought all the Cartis up Got this mink out of Narnia Got these freaks on the party bus We pull up, turn the party up Out the way, I stay far as fuck Wouldn't play, wouldn't start with us We'll pull through and spark it up Let me see your arch and lift it up Park his shit and hit him up I don't care if he was ridin' with Jesus, do it look like I give a fuck? I'll hop on the back of a Cheetah, boy, for them Milwaukee Bucks Brodie caught him one, caught him one, he just caught him one I got a bitch out of town, you know I'ma trip with her Make it squirt, make it cream, she can do some tricks with it Got a play on the block, so I had to quick-hit it He said he 'bout to pull up, oh shit, I gotta quick-hit it From Letras Mania