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I got some news. I’m comin' through. Y’all gotta move, bitch

Get out the way. I’m gettin' paid (paid). Ain’t plain with the moves

I’m here to stay. Swerve in the coup. You’re here to lose

No hand to play. Goofy and fake (fake). You know u a kook

Sippin' the juice all fuckin' day. Rippin' the scoob all to the face

Don’t know ‘bout you, but it’s in my veins. I’m from the Cruz, right by the bay

(Ay) and that’s how we do. Y’all could never hang. Bangers on a loop

I can’t complain. I’m a fuckin' goon. I got the yay — got yo bitch too

(Got yo bitch) and I’m gonna shoov (shoov). Nothin' you can do (oo)

You wish you could too. She been shwooped by the Nouse (shwoop)

Call me Lime, like the citrus (citrus). Been lyin' to Mrs. and flyin' out

bitches

I give em the dick and then I fly out their sisters (shh)

I must be a kid ‘cause ya boy got the tricks when he spits

On the shitses, and I got the fixes — text the plug ‘cause my bev' chasin'

fifthses (shmacked). Never drink mixes. Only take pulls till I black.

It’s just business

Yuh, And I’m full of shit but I’m ‘bout to clean house like I did all the dishes

Ya, Stackin' these racks

Uh, rappin' on slaps

Uh, Nothin' better to do

So it’s in with the Nouse, out with the scrap

Ya, closin' the gap

Uh, next on the map

Uh, securin' the bag to do

Lines off her ass while she countin' my cash

Bet

(Woah) and I know that you think that it bumps in the South, but I just threw

up in

My mouth. Figure out a better sound. No one can hear what the fuck you be

talkin'

About. Fact: this isn’t rap. This is a slap in the face to the craft

It’s a whole ‘nother class of adolescent trash. It’s what girls listen to to

get back their dad

Grass. Weed out the wack. It’s time for the artists with bars to come back

Lyrical competition and the plaques ‘stead of sacrificing the former for the

lat'

(Hack) and I’ll take the flack ‘cause I know that one day I’ll be swimmin' in

brass

(Splash) this ain’t a act (nuh). Set my mind to the task when I hop in the cab

(Vroom) pushin' the gas to the floor. Tunnel vision. Got my foot in the door

(hello?), but life is a bore. I want a porsche — fuck on the porch. I just

Want more, more, more — Pussy Galore. Hopin' to score me some whores. If I

Put work on your beezy, that’s word to G-eazy, like «Oops! Ain’t know that was

yours.»

I gotta find me a down to fuck girl then put my nut in her cheeks like a

squirrel

(Yikes) callous disregard for the baddies. They’re bratty but I’mma just give

‘em the pearls

(Snipe) alright I’m a cad, but she let me pipe from the back every night. I got

Booty on my mind. I see booty when I close my eyes

Ya, Stackin' these racks

Uh, rappin' on slaps

Uh, Nothin' better to do

So it’s in with the Nouse, out with the scrap

Ya, closin' the gap

Uh, next on the map

Uh, securin' the bag to do

Lines off her ass while she countin' my cash

Bet

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