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Stop cappin' in them raps, I don't wanna hear that *
Olympus on the out block, we be flippin' *
Brand new Glock with the switch, this bitch rippin' *
Brand new car off the lot, just off the dealership
Niggas droppin' there in motherfuckin' days
Spins got the glitz, but you know I love the cage
I don't * with niggas, bitch, that's how you catch a case
You ain't catchin' bodies, what the * you tryna claim?
Niggas dissin' on my brother when you know that wasn't you
I don't see me at Palat, they phone, we see them as just shoes
Bitches see me and come out, they close, they eat it like some food
I'm at the P in these streets, cause Big Wap keep it true
I'm a car right now, FN in the booth
I know that you * twin hot
I'ma cuff you, and I'm still goin' in
Rich homie, time to
Boy, I split your wig, never did a hairdo
I got these bitches on the road, Campbell suit
I be feelin' just like Thor, show you what this hammer do
We'll shoot your video, but we ain't no camera do
And I'm steppin' on my oppa, they ain't no sandals
Stop cappin' in them raps, I don't wanna hear that *
Olympus on the out block, we be flippin' *
Brand new Glock with the switch, this bitch rippin' *
Just bought a car off the lot, just off the dealership
Niggas droppin' there in motherfuckin' days
Benz got the glizzy, but you know I love the K
I don't * with niggas, bitch, that's how you catch a case
You ain't catchin' bodies, why the * you tryin' to claim?
We were close to catch a six-piece, but damn, the blitz down
Nigga, you know how we walk, it's lay down or get down
Mookie dead for talkin' *, he can't talk that * now
We droppin' opps back to back, encore, take a bow
Nigga, reach for my chain, come here, boy, bitch, bow
That nigga died right beside that nigga, last word, we out
I'm only comin' out at night, and I be flyin' like an owl
Puss in hoe, what you mad for? Bitch, bitch, smile
She say I be smokin' on the out block
Smokin' on her brother, so she can't support me
Last time she pulled up, we smoked him, she ain't even know it
* them purses, what a jizz, you know I be rollin'
Bitch say that they're my kids, oh, we goin' to Mars
Smokin' two J's, bitch, it's twin, and it's brother Mars
She know I'm a playboy, but my name ain't Cardi
I got the Drake next door, but this ain't no party
Pull up with that chopper, bitch, you know I'm tryna catch a homie