调：B minor
Verse 1
Dip sap nigga
You already know what it is man
Let's get it in
Unh okay unh
Supply the tray to eat
And push drums out the pad
like i'm trying to make a beat
Who wishes she was Bonnie
Go pick it up from Papi
But pitch it all a blondie
For bricks she go to buy me,
keep thinkin' she Punani
Get missiles through your panni,
I'm sittin' in a mazi
who's as fly as me fam?
Anytime that I land,
And if these jewelers keep
throwin' me watches
I have too much time on my hands,
that ring more bells than a trick or treat her
This the hand I was dealt
They ask me who's my favorite rapper
I'm a fan of myself
I grip my hand on the belt
Till my stamina's felt
Tell me who else is hotter fam
Fuck you if you're not a fan
All my whips are Tropicana
That's a drop sedan
And Terry a chocolate tan
This shit so deep
I might as well call them pots and pans
C#
C#m
Watch this band till the bezzy gleam vital
Come check this street title
I'm every teen's idol
C#
C#m
Your baby mother bump me in the ride
You know what I do?
I take that honey for a ride
Upstate and duct -taped,
honey up with pies
Gene me up? Never that,
a couple of them tried
But off the bat,
C#m
C#
C#m
See money is my drive,
so I can smell a dope getter
now tell me who's the gold digger
The kid is on his grind,
get slick every line
I kill them every time
they know Doola is great
hey, get used to the face
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