Ayy, huh, I go Click-clack, metal on my hip, bitch

Heavy with the metal, money coming by the digits

Fuck it up, give me someHeavy-hitting jane, don′t hit the blunt

She be sucking on my dick before y'all kissin′

Never been the same since I saw the roof missin'

Goin' up in the cut

Forty round rifle hit the door, don′t shut it

Said: Don′t shut it, bitch, keep coming

I got hella bands, and my bank stay flooded

Do you wanna dance? Might dance, say: Fuck it

And the Louis V stays on when we fuckin'

Bitch, talk, just cut it, end of discussion

Got big bands, I know that you doesn′t

You a tough man, but my Glock got you runnin'

I′m tryna understand why yo' bitch keep suckin′

Got my Louis V stained by yo' bitch

I might fuck with the Glock, we in the whip

I two-faced my watch, can't hear it tick

I might hit a one-two like Chris B did, ayy

I nеver been broke since I madе these hits

And I′m in the backseat with your bitch, I kiss

And I′m laying in the sun where the blissfulness

And I'm laying in the sun where the blissfulness

′Cause I got a uh, I got a uh

I got yo' bitch, got case in the trunk

Candid, I′m uh, can I just uh?

I keep a gun, i got a uh

'Cause I got a uh, I got a uh

I got yo′ bitch, got case in the trunk

Candid, I'm uh, can I just uh?

I keep a gun, i got a uh

(I got a uh, I got a uh, I got a uh, I got a uh, yeah)

(I got a uh, I got a uh, I got a uh, yeah)

I go click-clack, metal on my hip, bitch

Heavy with the metal, money coming by the digits

Fuck it up, give me some

Heavy-hitting jane, don't hit the blunt

′Cause I got a uh, I got a uh

I got yo′ bitch, got case in the trunk

Candid, I'm uh, can I just uh?

I keep a gun, i got a uh

′Cause I got a uh, I got a uh

I got yo' bitch, got case in the trunk

Candid, I′m uh, can I just uh?

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