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Back to the future
Catch me jiggin' on my hover board
Thought i love her till i fuck her
I don't love that girl no more
Kick it with a bitch and kick
Her out i got super bored
But instead i pass her to my
Partner that's what friends are for
That's my bang bro fuck her to the gang
Gang hoe dang hoe
How i got these goddesses on fucking go
Told her she main, off a xan'
I was playing hoe
Stupid hoe you a basic bitch, you a plain hoe
Don't talk 'bout yesterday
Bitch you so yesterday
These niggas think they started shit
These niggas think they paved a way
Don't mean to stunt, Jeans hold my gun
My Saint Laurents
Where that denim came from? New York
It leave you super soaked
Hella stoked ain't no rich nigga
Just ain't going broke
Rob your whole hood so good
Like I'm finessing hoe niggas dope
But don't sell no dope boy leave me alone
All my friends say yes to drugs the
Pain just want leave us 'lone
Four bad hoes ringing my phone
Wish I had a clone
Bitch knew I was a dog hoe still let me bone
And your favorite rapper got some juice where
You think he get it from?
Women like to start right back soon
As they say they done i don't hold the gun
Pending charges on my last one
I just point and my partner
He be like which one
I don't need to front i just
Need a thicker boof blunt
Pressure pack so good press your
Fucking pressure points son

Ooh, ooh, got no time for you
When I skrrt' off
Best believe they know I'm comin' through
Ooh, ooh, got no time for you
When I skrrt' off
Best believe they know I'm comin' through
When I skrrt' off
Best believe you better fuckin' move
When I skrrt' off
Best believe they want a camera view
Ooh, when I fuckin' move
Ooh, ooh, bitch you better fuckin' move
When I skrrt' off
They know I'm comin' through
When I skrrt' off, they want a camera view

Tell that bitch stop playin'
And play yo part
Girl you know it's right there in yo heart
Pull up with my purp up in my car
Pull up with this kush in my cigar
Pull up, skrrt', valet park my car
These bitches wanna fuck cus' I'mma star
Bitch I'm out here flying like Tony Stark
Ooh, don't push my bullets, don't you start
Gotta cut these niggas off, I gotta be short
(woah)
Cut these bitches off, I guess they short
Man these niggas sip just like Yung Bart
Gas bag smellin' like I farted
Pull up to the trap with trash bags and money
Pull up to the trap with trash bags and money

Hangin' with my dawgs
I'm so mothafuckin' high
We in the back with a bad bitch
She's not average
Niggas gettin' mad at me, I know she happy
And I know this ain't gon last, but you
We get water like Baptist

But if a nigga really wanna try me
I'm gonna rob you like Baskins
They tryna find what happened
But I don't know bitch stop askin'