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I jump out the plane. She sucking my dick On the plane, I just call it head. That lil' nigga with me, he ready. He going insane, that lil' nigga deadly. We flipping and moving them packs, they confusing The gang with motherfucking fetty. I'm hitting the swoop in the back and my Chain was clean. When I hop out the plane, Hop out the plane in LA and I feel Like a Laker. Two bitches for me and they Call it two pieces, they ready to do it, Just skate. What's up, bro? I'm kicking my flavor. I'm pimping, I'm never gonna make her though. I'm never gonna save her. She said that I make her favorite music. I step in that Steppy. I ride with the cutter like it's a machete. I slime out the red friend. I been the type to go get my own Blessing. The fuck is you texting? We fucked up the game, we got these boys Gassing. Bitch steppin' like Pele. I really kick this shit, feel like I'm messing. Out the plane. I pour a four in a Sprite, I feel like Lil Boat. I'm poppin' this shit. I spend like twenty-five Hundred on this Gucci coat. I got these money lil' bitch. She finna get hit, French tip on her toe. Too player, ain't cuffing these bitch. I dig in this shit back on the road. I jump out the plane. Yeah, jump in that Maybach. My shooter, he sliding that ranch. Double my cup and I'm sipping on mud and I'm dripping that bong straight from Spain. I got the show and I'm dripping these diamonds, You reach, then we catching some stain. Bounce, I'm kicking big pimpin', got bitches on Bitch and I just want the brain. Pull up and pop at his buddy. Posted with slime, I've scummy. He got his pills and I'm rolling the dope In my cup, we run dirty like rugby. I'm in the Lamb' when I pop out with Drac', make a fuck nigga and do the Dougie. Hop on a jet with two bitches, we pop Out his pistol, then bitch get a slatties. I jump out the plane. Right off the plane, got endless blues. I put the Gucci with Louis Vuitton. Spent twenty-three hundred on tennis shoes. We go out of town, I fuck on her Face. I switch out of France, she playin' it Cool. No lease on the whip, on the AMG Ride. This cash don't need no credit, fool. I pick up my shooter and tell him let's Ride. On blood, you know I'm pyro. I never be seeing these niggas outside. On blood, I be at Taboo. I'm always on point, got shooters, come try it. Shooters and bitches is all that mark. I'm on some deezes, I don't wanna talk. Blocc got titties like Amy. I jump out the plane. She sucking my dick On the plane, I just call it head. That lil' nigga with me, he ready. He going insane, that lil' nigga deadly. We flipping and moving them packs, they confusing The gang with motherfucking fetty. I'm hitting the swoop in the back and my Chain was clean. When I hop out the plane, I hop out the plane in LA and I Feel like a Laker. Two bitches for me and They call it two pieces, they ready to do It, just skate. What's up, bro? I'm kicking my flavor. I'm pimping, I'm never gonna Make her though. I'm never gonna save her. She said that I make her favorite music. I jump out the plane.