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[00:00.040]Che on the beat
[00:03.620]You're now smoking with the best
[00:07.090]♪
[00:13.270]If we locked in, you don't gotta worry, boy, you know I got you
[00:16.980]Bitch wanna play like monsoon, so say he might just pop you
[00:20.000]Niggas only worry about what you do or what I do
[00:23.440]Glockin' you, you know I'm firing it just like some hot food
[00:26.400]New girlfriend a Badu, I'm trying ask a shark too
[00:29.870]Girl know that we shot you, pussy boy, we caught you
[00:32.460]Shootouts, yeah, we all do, she Erykah Badu
[00:36.270]A school, that's on a pot too, we just run your block, dude
[00:38.870]Who gon' run your block dude? And then feds had caught you
[00:43.230]Gangsta boy, that's not you, soldiers that I lost too
[00:46.200]Everybody that I lost too, I shoot guns and rob too
[00:49.930]I take oxy bars too, spam the trigger, R2
[00:53.200]Count up guap, that's all I do and that pussy, that's all I shoot
[00:56.520]Pussy and gold, that's all I knew, pistol whip, he lost a tooth
[00:59.830]All my soldiers in the booth, right now your soldiers in a jufe
[01:03.240]I ain't tryn' get into you, nut I just want get into you
[01:06.640]This brand new stick, it's for you, and she lit is she boo
[01:09.910]I don't do kisses, lil' boo, I just do flat sex, lil boo
[01:13.260]Eat me like a edible, dump the mag of ammo
[01:16.580]Boy, the H big intervals, pie your mans now he a ghost
[01:19.860]Watch your belt, yeah, I like clothes, Tell him I won't do ya', I like hoes
[01:23.190]Smoke out the bong yea in the bowls, Shootout with all the internet trolls
[01:26.470]Some of them up with internet hoes, I only **** with Instagram hoes
[01:29.750]But I might **** with you for the one time, nigga, you ain't clutching my gun that's mine
[01:33.280]Nigga like, "Who you been with? That's mine" I'm tryna take 'em I see 'em, that's mine
[01:36.540]In the airport, I'ma bring a ****ing bomb, oh, she gon' pour up in the cup
[01:39.920]Oh, she wanna **** that's true, uh, get 'em hot just like bobo
[01:43.220]My Bank account came with some cones
[01:45.380]I don't really come without dro', yeah
[01:46.870]I bodies them come without shots
[01:48.740]They prolly saw the highest
[01:50.260]They don't know them had to remind it
[01:51.650]Put stars on the roof, yeah, that's what I did
[01:53.240]In the booth, but you know I don't write shit
[01:55.000]Couple hoes couple hoes like five spliffs
[01:56.760]Nigga say you ain't money, like, type shit
[01:58.410]Ran off with my swag, that's my shit
[02:00.070]Say you got them greens like my shit
[02:01.730]You just want everything like I did
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Che on the beat
You're now smoking with the best

If we locked in, you don't gotta worry, boy, you know I got you
Bitch wanna play like monsoon, so say he might just pop you
Niggas only worry about what you do or what I do
Glockin' you, you know I'm firing it just like some hot food
New girlfriend a Badu, I'm trying ask a shark too
Girl know that we shot you, pussy boy, we caught you
Shootouts, yeah, we all do, she Erykah Badu
A school, that's on a pot too, we just run your block, dude
Who gon' run your block dude? And then feds had caught you
Gangsta boy, that's not you, soldiers that I lost too
Everybody that I lost too, I shoot guns and rob too
I take oxy bars too, spam the trigger, R2
Count up guap, that's all I do and that pussy, that's all I shoot
Pussy and gold, that's all I knew, pistol whip, he lost a tooth
All my soldiers in the booth, right now your soldiers in a jufe
I ain't tryn' get into you, nut I just want get into you
This brand new stick, it's for you, and she lit is she boo
I don't do kisses, lil' boo, I just do flat sex, lil boo
Eat me like a edible, dump the mag of ammo
Boy, the H big intervals, pie your mans now he a ghost
Watch your belt, yeah, I like clothes, Tell him I won't do ya', I like hoes
Smoke out the bong yea in the bowls, Shootout with all the internet trolls
Some of them up with internet hoes, I only **** with Instagram hoes
But I might **** with you for the one time, nigga, you ain't clutching my gun that's mine
Nigga like, "Who you been with? That's mine" I'm tryna take 'em I see 'em, that's mine
In the airport, I'ma bring a ****ing bomb, oh, she gon' pour up in the cup
Oh, she wanna **** that's true, uh, get 'em hot just like bobo
My Bank account came with some cones
I don't really come without dro', yeah
I bodies them come without shots
They prolly saw the highest
They don't know them had to remind it
Put stars on the roof, yeah, that's what I did
In the booth, but you know I don't write shit
Couple hoes couple hoes like five spliffs
Nigga say you ain't money, like, type shit
Ran off with my swag, that's my shit
Say you got them greens like my shit
You just want everything like I did