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[Hook: Lil Tracy] My hunnid' blue, my hair blue I like to match, uh Her ass look fake, I swear that booty is fat, yeah Goin' hard in the paint, just like Shaq, uh We on some mafia shit boy you can get wacked, uh A hunnid', hunnid', hunnid', hunnid', hunnid', hunnid' I got these niggas sad, they cryin' like they smellin' onions I know I make these nigga sick, they might vomit Fuck 'em, run it up Fuck 'em, run it up [Verse 1: Nolan] My Uber driver talkin' to me 'bout some stocks I'm sittin' here thinkin' 'bout a new Glock I'm in L.A. thinkin' my next pill to pop Glock Hi-Tech 'cause it make you drop Yeah nigga never been to the six Xans from the internet they come in bricks Lego, I got block, Lego, I got brick Ima pornstar, I shoot you wit' the dick Half a Hydro, whole Hydro Glock, it's a torch, red and burn, Pyro Overdosin' mouth, foam no styro' My niggas gorillas, I'm Baby Milo If a nigga talkin' money that's where I go If a nigga talkin' beans that's what I know If a nigga talkin' money that's where I go If a nigga talkin' beans that's all I know [Hook: Lil Tracy] My hunnid' blue, my hair blue I like to match, uh Her ass look fake, I swear that booty is fat, yeah Goin' hard in the paint, just like Shaq, uh We on some mafia shit boy you can get wacked, uh A hunnid', hunnid', hunnid', hunnid', hunnid', hunnid' I got these niggas sad, they cryin' like they smellin' onions I know I make these nigga sick, they might vomit Fuck 'em, run it up Fuck 'em, run it up [Verse 2: Lil Tracy] I'm with Big E slidin' in a Beamer truck I got Keke Palmer money, boy run it up Yeah, big rims on a truck Yeah, I do my own stunts Yeah, fuckin' that bitch who you want Yeah, fuckin' that bitch who you want MasterCard slidin' buying new shit Every other day I got a new bitch My hair blue, hunnid' dollar bill, blue strip Yeah, porno shit, bussin' wit a dick Tying up my shoes, run it up You a ratchet ass bitch I don't wanna fuck Yeah, uh, aye Beamer truck Huh, what, yeah we pullin' up [Hook: Lil Tracy] My hunnid' blue, my hair blue I like to match, uh Her ass look fake, I swear that booty is fat, yeah Goin' hard in the paint, just like Shaq, uh We on some mafia shit boy you can get wacked, uh A hunnid', hunnid', hunnid', hunnid', hunnid', hunnid' I got these niggas sad, they cryin' like they smellin' onions I know I make these nigga sick, they might vomit Fuck 'em, run it up Fuck 'em, run it up
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