LYRIC

[Hook x2] Hopped off the plane
Hopped off the jet
Hopped in the Beamer
Hopped in the Lex

Pull off in a Coupe
I just wanna flex
Pull off with your bitch
She gon' give me neck

[Verse] I don't got no love for no slaughter
All I want is money want the guala
Coolin' with my gang countin commas
Run up on me, we up the Llamas

I be with these hoes, nah with these shottas
I be with my bros, wit my partnas
We be hittin' kick-doors and we be plottin'
If he holding on some work then we robbin'

When I get the bag I go and cop it
When I get the bag you know it's profit
Boy you know you bluffin', need to stop it
Boy you know you bluffin', need to stop it

[Hook x2] Hopped off the plane
Hopped off the jet
Hopped in the Beamer
Hopped in the Lex

Pull off in a Coupe
I just wanna flex
Pull off with your bitch
She gon' give me neck

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