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I THINK
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I get mad racks, I been gettin' stingy
Put that drank back, I done felt my candy (Hellcat)
Cashback, that nigga couldn't see me
Huh, I swear to God, I hit my bitch on TV (I swear to God)
I swear to God, I come in crispy (I swear)
My bullets, they be bigger than a frisbee (That's facts)
I think I like this ho (Okay), I think I like this bitch (Okay)
I think I like this ho (Okay), I think I like this bitch (Okay)
I think I like this ho (Okay), I think I like this bitch (Okay)
I think I like this ho (Okay), I think I like this bitch
I think I like this ho (I do), I think she like my wrist (My wrist)
Put Forgis' on the Jeep (We rich), I'm feelin' mighty rich
Fuck, uh, fuck, uh, fuck, uh, fuck, fuck
I might slide in my V, uh, you ain't gotta pick me up
I just spent racks on my fit, uh, shit had me runnin' it up
I told the opps they RIP, uh-huh, we ain't goin' back and forth
I'm in the city traffic, New York traffic
I think I like her, but she plastic
Different clothеs, designer fashion
Bro got poles, but minе be blastin'
You tip and toe to the racks, you cappin'
Sell out the show and now my name gone packin'
Blicked up, I have a tennis racket
Tryna act throat, but I know they actin'
My whip, it drag, it take off the traction
You ain't put in no work, this nigga relaxin'
Fine shit, you do a song for a caption
You gotta pay back a loan from back then
You gotta pay back a loan from back then
Fuck, fuck
I get mad racks, I been gettin' stingy
Put that drank back, I done felt my candy (Hellcat)
Cashback, that nigga couldn't see me
Huh, I swear to God, I hit my bitch on TV (I swear to God)
I swear to God, I come in crispy (I swear)
My bullets, they be bigger than a frisbee (That's facts)
I think I like this ho (Okay), I think I like this bitch (Okay)
I think I like this ho (Okay), I think I like this bitch (Okay)
I think I like this ho (Okay), I think I like this bitch (Okay)
I think I like this ho (Okay), I think I like this bitch
I think I like this ho (I do), I think she like my wrist (My wrist)
Put Forgis' on the Jeep (We rich), I'm feelin' mighty rich (Facts)
Got so much on my mind (On my mind), I might start sippin' Tris
She said she tryna slide (She slide), I told her, "Send some pics" (Pics)
I chop the top of the Lamb' (The top of the Lamb'), huh, just like a butcher
Servin' that white boy, white boy, white boy, white boy, Ashton Kutcher (Damn, what?)
I'm in this bitch with a whole lot of niggas with dreams and we lookin' like Booker (What? Huh)
I'm in this bitch with a whole lot of niggas with dreams and we lookin' like Booker (Ah, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on)
Wake up, get to the cheese, get to the dough, get to the bread
Nigga, he talkin' bout the team, I don't give a damn, off with your head
Huh, I do him like Bill, I do him like Ellis, he left for dead
Huh, I do him like Bill, I do him like Ellis, he left for dead
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