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[Verse 1: Gucci FlipFlops] Hol up, its the White Pretty Flacko White girls in my crib like a cocaine castle Throwing 8s out like Matt Hassel Only want 9s and aboves, fuck em on the rug Let her rub and tug, suck and fuck She so dirty, she like it raw Slide in like socks in halls Last name Stockton way she handles balls Yeah, Gucci on the beat man Killing it, killing it, I'm killing it like some beef man Every beef I'm in I'm killing it I smash it like so beef man, whoa that's kinda weird but I don't give a fuck I'm just having fun out here Gucci killing this shit again, every time And you know it's true, and you know it's true Every time I get on a beat ... you know it's true [Verse 2: TeamJimmy] Uh, you already know I ain't got no fucking problems And even if I did, then you know the bank'll solve it Look at all this, I got more pounds than a fat kid Matter of fact, I get more meals than a fat kid Fact is, I want it like it's not got already, so I come through Your top's shot off, shit is messy, I come through My soft top's off, car's cramberry, got hoes taking Their tops off, it's hot, like I'm Nelly, the fact is We hit the gas, sipping lean, higher than a hawk Then we hit the gas, tire's screech, running from the cops Damn, and you already know I walk it like I talk it So if I say my dog's shot up your office, then don't doubt it I go about it, like I have no housing Like I don't make four thousand, by the hourly Damn, and I'm about to go home with a freak So excuse my French, but il est tard, allons y [Verse 3: Khroam] Yeah hoe, this the finale Like Kenny said, turning shit up like a pep rally Backyard looking like a farm with all the girls I rally Xs strutting past me cause I'm tryna get up in that belly Addyed up, bitch y'all can't reach me Slumped off that purple and that potent weed Didn't know K got bars like penitentiaries I pull up to the spot and took a shot like I'm at puck's Do i really look like a nigga who gives a fuck? Cause i thought it was evident from the girls I fuck Thought it was evident from all the fuckin; drugs took Thought it was evident from all the fuckin' domes I shook They say money make a nigga prince But at least my nigga nigga rich I be fuckin' your bitch in some flipflops at the mall Cashout on everything, have a fuckin ball, I beast