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[Chorus] We can beef if you bring me a paycheck, ayy I spend that shit on a Maybach We in the car, lil' Molly on playback Ride with the Glock, yeah, that's a big strap, ayy Rollie no tick, I got bankroll, ayy I'm gettin' cheese like it's queso, ayy Broke a few niggas like Quavo Lean in my cup and I mix it with Faygo, ayy Pull up on the opp with an AR Knock a fuck nigga off radar Take off in a foreign, a fast car Gas for the low and it come in a cookie jar, ayy Bust when I see him, no stoppin' Full of them racks and they bust out the pocket And if that ass fat then I'm makin' her pop it Throw up the ones, bring it back, then she drop it [Verse] You in the club and you know that you broke Backwood full of gas and it's making me choke Who want a match? Bitch I'm givin' out smoke Who need the pack? 'Cause I'm droppin' off loads Drop it off on the porch and I take off Knock a man down with this Glock, take his face off Play a few games on a bitch like it's Jigsaw I do what I want 'cause I'm big dog, ayy Got the strap in the 'Lac Your bitch in the front takin' pictures on Snap Lazy off lean, think I need me a nap Dropped out of school, fuck a gown and a cap Get in the bitch, start rappin' Get out the spot, stop trappin' Racks in the front and the back end Big bag got 'em on go Cut out that wig, man the feds at the door Pop out with the condom, we sendin' 'em home Act tough in this shit but you really a ho Get pinned on the wall like a picture Backwood, we don't smoke on no Swishers Set up a lick on a bitch off of Tinder Been in the streets, in the mix like a blender [Chorus] We can beef if you bring me a paycheck, ayy I spend that shit on a Maybach We in the car, lil' Molly on playback Ride with the Glock, yeah, that's a big strap, ayy Rollie no tick, I got bankroll, ayy I'm gettin' cheese like it's queso, ayy Broke a few niggas like Quavo Lean in my cup and I mix it with Faygo, ayy Pull up on the opp with an AR Knock a fuck nigga off radar Take off in a foreign, a fast car Gas for the low and it come in a cookie jar, ayy Bust when I see him, no stoppin' Full of them racks and they bust out the pocket And if that ass fat then I'm makin' her pop it Throw up the ones, bring it back, then she drop it
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