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Them **** used to press me on the carrot-colored bus That's why I'm paranoid now 'cause **** weird and really bums Hey now, say now, I'm all about them bands Shit I'm on, bitch, you wouldn't understand Hey now, say now, I'm all about my guap AP? Richie? Hmm, not on my watch 'Cause brodie said, "Don't even press the issue" Yellow boogers in my earlobe, I need a tissue Oh my God, I'm really that guy Yeah, bitch, I'm outside LaFerrari popping on the 40 with the 5 One ticket, two ticket, three ticket, four million Put that lil' Maybach truck in the garage Lil Bunny hop out, you seen me at Thе Pop Out Pandemonium screaming like thеy brought Pac out Stop it with the chitchat, we airing out the kickback Big stud energy the way I get my lickback Hey now, say now, I'm all about them bands Shit I'm on, bitch, you wouldn't understand I'm the suspect, baby, I don't play victim I'll buy that **** building just to evict him What that Coachella pay like? It was eight figures Why I don't **** with them guys? 'Cause I hate **** Oh my god, I'm really that guy I got my Chuck Taylors on, but they look like loafers I ain't sitting with you ****, **** I look like, Oprah? Rather put 'em in the ground, you **** look like gophers Open doors for my ****, bitch, I look like chauffeur RIP The Ruler, keep it sewer Stack the gouda, mind ya business, eat the cooter Oh my God, I'm really that— I was up at Westchester dodging all the high beams Gardena swap meet, shopping bogus Ice Cream I'm a Hawthorne baby, shit is not warm, baby Four or five main bitches, I am not yours, baby All these women is a habit Boyfriends mad 'cause they thought I was a f— Hey now, hey now, say now, get sticky like a Hun Bun You will never be the main guy, you're a plus one 300k in four days, CHROMAKOPIA Twelve days gold, I ain't even drop deluxe one Sold a million tickets first day for that new stage Want smoke? We can puff one One whip, two whips, black bitch, blue strips Green face Grinch, Tyler on his Dr. Seuss shit True shit, I can put a number where your roof is Paranoid 'cause **** beef curtains, they got loose lips Oh my God, I'm really that guy Hand claps, congrats, never said to me Put him on a Pro Club, that **** dead to me Stop with that fake shit, stop with that fake shit Stop with that fake shit, just stop with that fake shit Le FLEUR* got me fitted in my best If you got a problem with me, ****, get it off your chest ****, what? Get it off your chest Get it off your chest I am not a tough guy, ****, get it off your chest I'm the type to bust on her and just lick it off her breast, **** I'm a freak, I don't beef It's a bird, it's a plane, bitch, it's T Cuttin' **** off, want the rope? A'ight, come, get it You don't love me, you love the optics that come with it
