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(Verse) Paid 100$ for some head nigga Say you ain't did it I know a lick is 4 mill, nigga say you ain't wit it Now if we hit this lick nigga and you don't wanna split it Then it's bop bop bop to yo motherfuckin 59 I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck I pull up in that truck, pull up in that truck I run that bitch over, call it truck fit And yea I'm on my own, I'm screamin fuck it (Verse) Fuck it, I'm whippin it crazy I'm ridin the foreign, I'm doin 1-80 My chain so heavy, my brain so deadly Type of nigga bout a watch and change the benzi They ain't never seen me comin like this Smoking on that gasoline in the VIP with these bigger lean Fuck a trampoline cus all these bitches wanna do is jump on that dick I hop on the fence, I'm up in it by co-defendants Drink codeine for morning sickness Yo dad was a motherfuckin snitch so nigga you were born a witness (Verse) I don't split, accident forgiveness Say my name by accident Well at the end I do the drop I fuckin pay the paper This that Meech, I got the finest You wanna be, be a singing wining I am gangsta like the greatest cal with a jelly curl on the side I like fires and breads, I have em stretched I don't even know where my phone at Crib so motherfuckin big, yall don't even know where my room at (Hook) Whip so fast they say there he go Bitch so bad, man I think she know Turned 100 to a mill, man I think they know Duckin on the low, man I think they know I think they know, I think they know I think they know, yea yea I think they know I think they know, I think they know I think they know, yea yea I think they know (Verse) I think they know it, if they don't then fuck it I show it Blow it like you owe it, ordered ase of moet I don't get to going back to back and forth All black I'm wanted, got trophies on, I send it back in the morning That money comin, tryna stack it enormous You niggas pussy, fuckin rat on yo homies I think they know it, they know it, they know it I got a plane that's sittin round the corner I got some bitches here from California Got on my chains, I'm lookin like a dope boy These niggas don't want it, I put that maniana My chain into 100, my belt Feragamo Go to LA, we the plug in the Quintanas I'm still the king of my city and they know it And I paint pictures with words, I'm a poet And I drop the top on my whip, and we soarin A 50 a check then I'm in it, if niggas stay wit it then they get extorted And I'm gone (Hook) Whip so fast they say there he go Bitch so bad, man I think she know Turned 100 to a mill, man I think they know Duckin on the low, man I think they know I think they know, I think they know I think they know, yea yea I think they know I think they know, I think they know I think they know, yea yea I think they know