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Sure, sure, sure, sure
Sure, sure, sure

Ayy, bet your bitch want it, bet your bitch on it
Bet she suck my dick before you get home in the morning
Nigga, I ain't with the talking, and I ain't with the stalling

We just wanna see your pussy, know that I'ma stalk it
Ayy, pull up by midday and my window tint faded
Two pills I intake and then my DM's late
Ayy, boy, what them niggas saying? They ain't on nothing
Savage Life been stunting, where that motherfucking money? I'ma get it
Stop talking, you don't need fucking attention
Crying over bitches 'cause we got graphic content
Boy, you want it? Nigga, come get it

Bitch, I promise these fuck niggas ain't fucking with me (Lil' bitch)
And if you've seen the money, nigga, why you don't get it?
Boy, I went to see your bitch and you know a nigga hit it
I meant it and I said it
Boy, I sat back like cameras in the opposite direction (Lil' bitch)

Sure, sure, sure, sure
Sure, sure, sure, sure
Sure, sure, sure, sure
Sure, sure, sure, sure
No, no, you lil' bitch

Write your goals on a napkin
Now wipe your ass with the napkin, and repeat it
I can't go with what you asking
And I don't know a passionate person that ain't been laughed at
Too afraid you'll be exposed
Can't breathe when I'm swimming inside of that stream

Traces of me, I'm in your DNA
And I bet she in the club like CDJ
Good God, Amen, may he be praised
Look at the frame, look at the shape, look at the tail
Look at the brain, look at it melt
When I talk to you in a one-on-one, plant something in you
Keep your hands on my branch 'til your hands get a splinter
Band with my mans, he'll plant something in you like
Like seeds from the pistol tree
But you didn't hear this from me