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No I can't come down b***h I'm too turnt up

Judge gon give me life Foreign door Murders

Sitting at a red light pourin' this purp up

See this LV on my boxers Why I'm lifting my shirt up

Cops try to search us h*es tryna twerk us

Walk in with all this ice Did it on purpose

Got spice like red hot need to keep ya tail tucked

Have folks nem deliver this to you put it in ya mailbox

N***as be really knowin' b***hes be really goin

Look up and the ceiling gone that a*s I'm feelin' on

Need a Christina Milian I could pop me a wheelie on

Bout to go get some more chains

Like I ain't got enough jewelry on

Went to the trap last night

And I looked up it was dawn

Got a U Haul backing in with equipment more laundry

You know we ain't really for none All I know is get paper

I know killas and they owe me big favors b***hes XO me like Weeknd

I'm somewhere out eating stay yo a*s in 2feet

Or go yo a*s on the deep end

Someone hand me a ashtray

That's my boys who passed away keep my mouth laminated

Till the day I'm eliminated

No I can't come down b***h I'm too turnt up

Judge gon give me life Foreign door Murders

Sitting at a red light pourin' this purp up

See this LV on my boxers Why I'm lifting my shirt up

Cops try to search us h*es tryna twerk us

Walk in with all this ice Did it on purpose

Got spice like red hot need to keep ya tail tucked

Have folks nem deliver this to you put it in ya mailbox

What's yo address n***a

Where you live at n***a

We ain't tryna hear that n***a you know I'm a real a*s n***a

Know I gotta get cash n***a You know I want it real bad n***a

My young n***as run down on you treat you like a lil a*s n***a

B***hes see the ice they see the cars they see the Benz they in the mood

They get in into the spot that's where the cars gon' take us to

I need top I told them b***hes that like it was breaking news

And you know I be about my chicken b***h no Ramen noodles

Jail cell not even bigger than my pantry

We can't leave no trace I guess them gloves come in handy

It's lovely now b***hes be loving me now aye had the b***h suckin me up

She might end up shutting me down aye

No I can't come down b***h I'm too turnt up

Judge gon give me life Foreign door Murders

Sitting at a red light pourin' this purp up

See this LV on my boxers Why I'm lifting my shirt up

Cops try to search us h*es tryna twerk us

Walk in with all this ice Did it on purpose

Got spice like red hot need to keep ya tail tucked

Have folks nem deliver this to you put it in ya mailbox