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June, you’re a genius Ayy I just copped Amiri jeans, chains clanking, now she think she hearing things I just counted up a hundred bands with all my dogs at the Airbnb All these niggas tryna be me, got a new Hellcat, stay clear of me And I got extended clips for all these fuck niggas I’m straight out the mud, I can’t fuck with fuck niggas Why he say where he from? I don’t give a fuck, nigga A lot of y’all switched up on me, I don’t trust niggas I just put my middle finger up, fuck a fuck nigga Hey, gang slide, gang slide, that’s what I was doing last year A lot of people say I’m being humble, nigga, this the last year Got so many bands, I’m the cashier, hey A nigga retired the hats, bitch I can’t do no cappin' here And I gotta keep the rachet with me Take his knee, got him Colin Kaepernick-ing Puerto rican, she freaky, I bag the bitches Migos throw me the pussy I’m dabbin' in it I’m a crip nigga but I got to fuck with my slimes, hmm, hmm, hey Nike headband, got the check right 'round my mind, hmm, hmm I just can’t fuck with these fuck niggas Sniper look like a goose, I can’t duck niggas I lay down on the pillow with plus three Talking 'bout how they all wanna fuck a nigga I ain’t no likkle nigga, and I ain’t no bitch nigga My taxes are six figures, but I drop that on my whip nigga I just copped Amiri jeans, chains clanking, now she think she hearing things I just counted up a hundred bands with all my dogs at the Airbnb All these niggas tryna be me, got a new Hellcat, stay clear of me And I got extended clips for all these fuck niggas I’m straight out the mud, I can’t fuck with fuck niggas Why he say where he from? I don’t give a fuck, nigga A lot of y’all switched up on me, I don’t trust niggas I just put my middle finger up, fuck a fuck nigga I be like «Fuck that nigga he ain’t talkin' no money» If it ain’t got twenties, fifties, hunnids, I don’t love it Look at my cup it’s double Doin' donuts in public And codeine one hell of a drug Sometimes a nigga gotta go and say fuck Bought the new coupe foreign, know my baby love it Stirrin' the pot like a nigga makin' butter Holy water just to flood the face up Natural bitches, I’m like «Fuck make up» Love my bitches with her Marc Jacobs She poppin' it and, I gotta smash She trippin' I got a bag I’m crypn' Channel on the rag I ain’t got time for these fuck niggas Keep a pistol on me, don’t try your luck nigga, hey If you ain’t gang, nigga I don’t fuck with you, hey Fuck yo kind nigga, you a fuck nigga, hey I just copped Amiri jeans, chains clanking, now she think she hearing things I just counted up a hundred bands with all my dogs at the Airbnb All these niggas tryna be me, got a new Hellcat, stay clear of me And I got extended clips for all these fuck niggas I’m straight out the mud, I can’t fuck with fuck niggas Why he say where he from? I don’t give a fuck, nigga A lot of y’all switched up on me, I don’t trust niggas I just put my middle finger up, fuck a fuck nigga