Lyrics
Lil
bitch
you
know
that
I
keep
an
extended
mag
Lil
bitch
you
can't
get
to
that,
lil
bitch
we
not
into
that
Nigga
we
slide
in
a
Benz,
you're
still
in
a
limousine
No
we
cannot
interact
'cause
we
is
two
different
men
Archival
genuine
I'ma
just
blow
all
the
cash
and
get
it
back
I
don't
even
gotta
fight,
I'm
using
my
finisher
If
he
run
up
the
choppa
diminish
him,
I
love
the
demon
Your
bitch,
she
swallow
me
up
and
I
don't
even
know
the
reason
Layer
the
fit
a
different
way
don't
know
the
season
It
don't
matter
what
I
do
'cause
your
lil
bitch
notices
it
And
don't
say
she
choosing,
'cause
it
was
no
decision
I'm
flippin'
and
tumblin'
cash
different
ways
Chanel
gallery
cash,
different
taste
You
know
I
be
keeping
the
bands
in
the
safe
Contingency
plan
in
case
I
break
the
bank
I'm
masked
up
in
a
black
Jag,
can't
pass
me
Got
them
fast
mags
in
the
backpack
with
flashbangs
Catch
a
victim
in
the
back,
leave
his
pad
stank
Foreign
matte
black,
wide
body
kitted
out,
mane
Ball
until
I
fall,
bitch
I'm
tall
like
Yao
Ming
Bitch
so
freaky,
she
get
neeky,
eat
like
chow
mein
Off
a
30,
I
feel
geeky,
I
feel
drowsy
All
this
water,
my
wrist
leakin',
my
neck
drowning
All
these
marks
I
been
seeing,
Robert
Downy
Grab
my
Glock,
start
retreating,
clear
the
county
It's
so
dark,
I
can't
see,
I
can't
count
it
It's
uncharted
overseas,
what's
my
bounty
Know
that
I
came
with
extended
mags
Bitch
we
is
not
getting
into
that
Yeah,
we
gon'
slide
in
a
Benz,
you're
still
in
a
limousine
No
we
cannot
interact
'cause
we
is
too
different
man
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