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Yeah, yeah, ooh
Yeah, yeah, ooh-ooh, yeah, ooh, hey

I just pulled up in a lamb'
And that big body slam
That big body flam
That big body, fuck, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, what?

Big body sittin' outside
Got big body truck
Got big body truck
Don't give a fuck, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, what?

This a wide body
We keep on the juice
Got molly, got shrooms
Got everything plus

Slidin' everywhere, bitch
You can't fuck with the gang
No, you cannot fuck wit' us
Phew, rippin' the curb up the, phew

Rippin' the curb up the bitch, swerve
I put the swerve in that bitch, swerve
I put the swerve on the tank, swerve
I put the swerve in the tonka, hey

I put the swerve on everyone's head, bitch
We gon' pull up, luh chonka, luh chonka
Don't give no fucks, uh, luh chonka, yeah

I got racks, bitch
Don't pay me what you wanna
Yeah, yeah, fill 'em with lead
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, make him slumber
Yeah, yeah, what?

I don't give a fuck what you said, nah
Delete my number, what? Dulio

Yeah, I'm on the edge, yeah
Yeah, I'm on the edge, yeah
Yeah, I'm on the edge, yeah
Yeah, I'm on the edge, yeah, yeah

Poppin' they ass, yeah, yeah
It's hot to flex, twenty-four seven
I'm on they necks, yeah
Sprayin' the tecs, bwah

Yeah, I'm on they necks
Got a couple of sticks
Got a couple of blicks, bwah, bwah
Feel like osama, this shit 'bout to stick
This shit 'bout to blow, yeah

Pull up at shows, yeah
Pull up at my show, I'm golden, yeah
I'm not from London, bitch, yeah
I'm not your average bloke, woah

No average shows
No average shows, ugh
Nothin' on me is average, no
We don't do average shoes, huh

To half of these kids
I'm really they dad, huh
I already had the results, huh
You can't even handle this shit, huh
You're like a joke, you better grab you some rope, huh

This wave that you on
Flam big, never gets old
Do what you supposed
Play in your role
You is a hoe
I let y'all know
Just stick to a pro

Yeah, yeah, ooh
Yeah, yeah, ooh-ooh, yeah, ooh, hey

I just pulled up in a lamb'
And that big body slam
That big body flam
That big body, fuck, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, what?

Big body sittin' outside
Got big body truck
Got big body truck
Don't give a fuck, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, what?

This a wide body
We keep on the juice
Got molly, got shrooms
Got everything plus

Slidin' everywhere, bitch
You can't fuck with the gang
No, you cannot fuck wit' us
Phew, rippin' the curb up the, phew

Rippin' the curb up the bitch, swerve
I put the swerve in that bitch, swerve
I put the swerve on the tank, swerve
I put the swerve in the tonka, hey

I put the swerve on everyone's head, bitch
We gon' pull up, luh chonka, luh chonka
Don't give no fucks, uh, luh chonka, yeah

I got racks, bitch
Don't pay me what you wanna
Yeah, yeah, fill 'em with lead
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, make him slumber
Yeah, yeah, what?

I don't give a fuck what you said, nah
Delete my number, what? D-d-dulio

Yeah, I'm on the edge, yeah
Yeah, I'm on the edge, yeah
Yeah, I'm on the edge, yeah
Yeah, I'm on the edge, yeah, yeah

Poppin' they ass, yeah, yeah
It's hot to flex, twenty-four seven
I'm on they necks, yeah
Sprayin' the tecs, bwah

Yeah, I'm on they necks
Got a couple of sticks
Got a couple of blicks, bwah, bwah
Feel like osama, this shit 'bout to stick
This shit 'bout to blow, yeah

Pull up at shows, yeah
Pull up at my show, I'm golden, yeah
I'm not from London, bitch, yeah
I'm not your average bloke, woah

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