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Call the Gs, call up all the squeeze, tell them: Get on road
Get inside, fuck, they unlockin’ the door, fuck, they unlockin’ the door

Hit your town (Town), they unlockin' the door, she run straight to the pole
We go ham, we go fuckin' till five (Skrrt), wait till one of us dose
Rush your life, do you puff or pop? Keep up (Pop it), can you last?
'Bout to slide, 'bout to hit it, we don't ask, time to crash it
Twin, crash it (Ha), I be dashin' to shawty who do last year (Skrrt, skrrt)
She came the fastest like the ride, she came the fastest
I gave her passes to the back, you know, all access (It's lit), ain't no "woah" (Woah)
Watch plastic, Richard Millie, that's three milli', ain't no taxes
Double Willie puttin' luggage in hatchet
I start tweakin' off the (Woo, woo), I start tweakin' off the batch, she get ratchet
If I let her mix my cup, never let her leave my side
Got a tattoo on my gut, got a pistol on my thigh (Ah)
Never ever take too much, never ever get too high (Too high)
She always say we fucked, you know that bitch is bi' (Yeah)
Ooh, let me crash it (Let's go), woke up in the attic
I must've went batshit, lost a pair of Cactus, we goin' drastic
Group text, sent that message (Ayy, Trav), like: Damn, what happened?

Last night got so crazy, it's still hazy, feel like days ago (Mmm)
Roll up some mega, bite that mega, bite that antidote (Mmm)
I need two cups stuffed, Thugger flow
Young Stoner still pushin’ it way in Tokyo (Fuck, ahh)
She tryna cater to my needs, but her friend a please
I pay ‘em both to leave, keep that bear between the sheets (Yeah)
Ain’t no feelings, I'm a dealer, that’s our dope deed (Ahh)
It look like money, talk like money, then it know me (Yeah)
I'm a shark, I hold my weight, copped a quarter in a day (Shh, shh, shh)
Louis loafer look like cars, I spent a Maybach on a chain (Ha, skrrt)
Twenty thousand pounds of mega bite, keep me paid (Ooh)
She use Cacti to chase the 818 (Wah)
She wearin’ SKIM 'cause it fit perfect on her shape (Crash, crash)
We in Skiyami, she wanna go to Papi State (Crash, crash, wow)
We went to Booby Trap, she swear it was a date (Crash, crash, yeah)
We stopped at Toosi’s, this bitch thought it was a date (Crash, crash)

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