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[Intro]
Woah (Woah)
Bee (Woah)
T-uh, t-uh, bee (Woah)
T-uh, t-uh, bee (Woah)
E-e-e-e-e, uh, yeah, uh
Yeah, uh, yeah (Yeah, uh)
The boys

[Chorus]
Run in your crib and I do not get caught
She say I'm handsome, I get that a lot
Look at his face and you see a red dot
We just hit Lenox, don't know what to cop
He keep on stealin' my flow, but it's fine
He want a feature? Well, he gettin' fined
She not givin' neck so don't waste my time
Not playin' with these niggas, I'm all in my prime
I'm in my bag, I ain't going for nothing
I'm tryna fuck, I ain't think about cuffing
Fake I.D. in the club like McLovin
I brought the Glock, I am not with the tussling
We cannot fight (Yeah), I got the strap likе a dyke
He want the war, it's on sight (Sight)
Bitch, I gеt high like a kite (Kite)

[Verse]
Glock in my hand, that's a Palm Angel
I hit his ho in some Palm Angels
These niggas, they practice my song cadence
Said I'm droppin' the tape, got 'em all waitin'
These industry niggas be pump fakin'
Bitch, I'm in the hills and I'm sunbathin'
Think he spiritual because he sungazin' (Sungazin', yeah, woah)
I'm on the top floor up in N.Y
This ain't my first blunt, bitch, I been high (Bitch, I been high)
She took a Xan and she boot up
Grip in my hand, will I shoot 'em?
All of my niggas the rudest (Damn)
Bitch, I just hang with the cool kids (Yeah)
Told that lil' bitch I'm a cool kid (Cool kid)
I'm gon' shoot, give a fuck 'bout who you is (You is)
I'm up in Ella with two bitches (Yeah, yeah)
I hit the Wells and I pull out the riches
She suicidal how she slit wrists, yeah (Uh)

[Bridge]
Yeah, I'm tryna touch the stars (I'm tryna touch 'em)
I'm tryna get up (I'm tryna get up)
Your ho cannot get my dick hard (Yeah)
No, she can't get me up (No, she can't get me up)
For the gang, she a whore (Whore)
For the gang, she a slut

[Chorus]
Run in your crib and I do not get caught
She say I'm handsome, I get that a lot
Look at his face and you see a red dot
We just hit Lenox, don't know what to cop
He keep on stealin' my flow, but it's fine
He want a feature? Well, he gettin' fined
She not givin' neck so don't waste my time
Not playin' with these niggas, I'm all in my prime
I'm in my bag, I ain't going for nothing
I'm tryna fuck, I ain't think about cuffing
Fake I.D. in the club like McLovin
I brought the Glock, I am not with the tussling
We cannot fight (Yeah), I got the strap like a dyke
He want the war, it's on sight (Sight)
Bitch, I get high like a kite (Kite)

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