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When I'm stuck down and out she help me Re-up. Kitchen full of dirty dishes but she help A nigga clean up. Somethin' like a stuntman, Came to fuck the scene up. She steady rollin' up 'cause she never blows sativa. Drive a Beamer. Lil baby movin' work out the Leader. Pull up at the tilt if you tryna Pick the lean up. And she down to jack A nigga stalkin' peoples while I beam her. If she call your bitch out then she the Type to call a team up. Solo, dolo, smooth by the bolo. Steppin' on the work in Giuseppe, no Manolo. His and hers handguns. Plenty kick and drums. Turn your alleyway into a street nigga anthem. Bang, bang, bang, Clap, clap, clap. Bring it back, Right back. Pop that pussy like a pistol in The projects. Police passin' they still ain't get Out yet. She get right to it when I Get home from the streets, from the streets. She get right to it when I'm fresh out Of jail, ayy. She get right to it when That work on the scale, on the scale. She get right to it when she collectin' my Mail, yeah. Pistol full of hollow tips. Solid ho, real trooper who gon' bring a nigga All the dough. Ain't never takin' nothin' from her, Get it with me. Probably die young thing like Bobby, Ken, and Whitney. Soakin' wet, face down like a pop star. I know bitches who put molly in a rockstar. I got homies who put Xannies in the Fanta. My big dogs ride with snow like Santa. 'Til they red-nosed and knees touchin' elbows. Lil ice tuck on dick like Velcro. I'm on my motherfuckin' tip like shell toes. I roll a zip and take a sip of A steel soda. For the medicine. Run up in your residence. Still go to house parties 'cause they let me In with blowers in my Moncler windbreaker. She got maracas in her pants, have that ass Shakin'. Bend it over, toot it up, ain't no Pump fakin'. By the end of the night I Got her butt naked. She taste my dick so She ain't knowin' how the blunt tastin'. She say that she don't smoke it, no, make Me look gay. Ayy. You gonna have to drag that, huh?