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I know Tia (I know Tia)
You gon' T up (You know Keisha)
I didn't body down, listen on the real
'Cause I know Nina (I know Nina), and she know Keisha (She know Keisha)
I fuck on Tina (Wait), she hold all my re-up (Re-up)
Smoke my dope (Smoke my dope), ayy, I bought her a visa (Bought her a visa)
She smoke my dope (Smoke my dope), yeah, I bought her a visa (Visa)

Smoke my dope (Smoke my dope)
Call your ho (Call your ho)
She put that ass on me, then I gotta go (I gotta go)
She a wild lil' bitch, she love the snow (She love the coke)
Screamin' out, "Fuck 12," I stick to the code (Fuck 12)

I been gettin' money every minute
Had to put some diamonds in my dentures, went to see the lil' dentist (Oh)
You stick to Xans like a menace (Oh)
Fuckin' every bitch, you want distance
Shoot you in the brain, fuck a witness
War, war, my nigga, I want war (Oh)
War, war, my nigga, I want war (Oh)
I got bands, my nigga, I need more (Oh)
Got bands, my nigga, I need more (Oh)
Uh, niggas ain't talkin' 'bout shit (Oh)
Niggas ain't talkin' 'bout shit, ain't talkin' 'bout shit (Oh)
Niggas ain't talkin' 'bout shit (Oh)
Niggas ain't talkin' 'bout, niggas ain't talkin' 'bout shit
Big .45 got kickback
Shoot you in your crib, where you sleep at, oh
Say you gettin' money, where your whip at?
Bit' eat a Xan like a Tic-Tac
Sit on that dick, bitch, get back
Uh, uh, uh
But I gotta go, I gotta go
I got some money to get
Bags to get on the road, out on the road

Smoke my dope (Smoke my dope)
Call your ho (Call your ho)
She put that ass on me, then I gotta go (I gotta go)
She a wild lil' bitch, she love the snow (She love the coke)
Screamin' out, "Fuck 12," I stick to the code (Fuck 12)
Smoke my dope (Smoke my dope)
Call your ho (Call your ho)
She put that ass on me, then I gotta go (I gotta go)
She a wild lil' bitch, she love the snow (She love the coke)
Screamin' out, "Fuck 12," I stick to the code (Fuck 12)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Mhm, mhm, okay
Let's get it (Let's get it)
All I really need is one minute, facts (Yuh)
GNAR said do it so it's finished (Yuh)
Rest in peace MBM, I don't do scrimmage
I might have to name up my effort for bitches (Yuh)
I just called Alyssa to get me a biscuit
I like to catch snitches, like I'm playin' Quidditch
I puke on that dick, so they call it Tom Riddle
And I like to talk to my tool, Bob the Builder
I'm in Argentina with a ho
I like to sit back and watch her eat another ho (I did)
Snort, move, top her, I had to let a bitch go (Gone)
Days of Future Past, say your ex-man broke
Mama sticks to her last, even when her nigga gone
When I hit in the bed, I'ma let that shit go (Bruh)
Beat the shit out your man, put this dick down her throat (Yuh, yuh)
I run up with your pack, I'm Houdini, phantom (Mhm)

Smoke my dope (Smoke my dope)
Call your ho (Call your ho)
She put that ass on me, then I gotta go (I gotta go)
She a wild lil' bitch, she love the snow (She love the coke)
Screamin' out, "Fuck 12," I stick to the code (Fuck 12)

I know Tia (I know Tia)
You gon' T up (You know Keisha)
I didn't body down, listen on the real (Yeah)
'Cause I know Nina (I know Nina), and she know Keisha (She know Keisha)
I fuck on Tina (Wait), she hold all my re-up (All my re-up, all my re-up)

(Oh)
Bands, my nigga, I need more
Bands, my nigga, I need more