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We finna hop out the car, hop out the car I got a Glock on me, go run in yo' yard Run in yo' yard Yard, yeah, okay Drivin' in that hellcat You don't wanna race, man Posted in the penthouse You live in your momma's basement That bitch said she like my fragrance Oh yeah, that's a sticky pack I was talkin' to your bitch Like, ain't your boyfriend call me a fag? In the Tahoe, racin' Dodgin' bullets like The Matrix You're a lame, huh, face it (Your bro in my blunt, like, face it) You talkin' shit but ain't you racist? All your claims are fuckin' baseless Delete FL Studio, 'cause boy, you ain't go make it I said "Fuck twelve" See a cop, I turn that boy to bacon Percy wercy all up in my pocket, I'ma take it I'ma sneak up in your house (Find your soda, left it shaken) (Muahahaha) I can't-I can't fuck with that lil' bitch, that bitch too basic Want that smoke? I can match that Got a ounce up in my backpack Fat ass blunt, I ain't go pass that So I turned him to a hashtag And my whip, that shit matte black You a nerd like MatPat He go talk that shit, we leave his body in a trash bag (Ahh) Sillyteam (Ahh) We finna hop out the car, hop out the car I got a Glock on me, go run in yo' yard Run in yo' yard Yard, yeah, okay 𝅘𝅥𝅮