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Grrah, grrah, ayy
This lil' Drizzy reppin' 'Crete, ayy
My brother Capo from the way, he from the street, ayy
Wanna fuck with me? Well, baby, I'm discreet, ayy
Ayy, thinkin' 'bout this pill I took, pillow talkin'
Shawty rinsin' Dillon Brooks, can't believe this nigga talkin', damn
My bank account is magnolia, Milly rockin', ayy
Weirdos in my comments talkin' 'bout some Millie Bobby, look
Bring them jokes up to the gang, we get to really flockin'
Or send a finger to your mom in some FedEx boxes
Open up that shit, it's jaw droppin', really shockin', ayy
I ain't pretty flacko, bitch, this shit get really rocky, ayy, what?
Damn, what?
Dirty how I did him in the Wraith, what? say
She actin' Hollywood, this ain't L.A., no way
She a pretty little lie like she ella Shay, but that's bae
Long as she don't lie to me, then it's okay
It's just another late night with my bitch, ayy
Just another late night with my bitch, ayy
And I hate to even call her her ass her my bitch, ayy
'Cause I love that ho, don't even make no sense, right, yeah
Just another late night with my dawg
Just another late night with my bitch
And we ridin' 'round tryna make sense
Of whatever comes first, it comes next
Hm, hm hm hm (yeah, pssh)
Hm, hm hm hm
yeah yeah, yeah
It's Lil Boat, I'm practically now from the 6ix
My doggy Luxxy ignorant, he from the bricks
Thinkin' 'bout this styrocup, really Wockin'
Let her fuck on one my opps, let's see who really poppin'
Demolition gang, pop out, yeah, we get it knockin'
Boost a white bitch up and now she think she really poppin'
Fuck my bitch new body, sadly, I got demoitis
My bitch knows it's us without opening either of her eyelids
It be so pure I don't even fuck, ain't tryna raise her mileage
You take G6s knowin' you'll never take one with pilot
I let her go, she fine as hell but baby wasn't stylish
She had big tits like Billie Eilish but she could n't sing
We catch the opps, don't want no apologies, just kiss the ring
yeah, ring, yeah, ring
mwah, ring, yeah, ring
I'll support the opps before I support sippin' green
We up in Turks with twenty bitches, just me and my team
It's just another late night with my bitch, ayy
Just another late night with my bitch, ayy
And I hate to even call her her ass her my bitch, ayy
'Cause I love that ho, don't even make no sense, right, yeah
Just another late night with my dawg
Just another late night with my bitch
And we ridin' 'round tryna make sense
Of whatever comes first, it comes next
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