Don't Stop Get It

So it's either top or I'm out of here Pop a perc and I black out Fuckin', I'm blowing her back out WWE, if she fucking with me Put the pussy on Smack Down Gang, gang, gang, gang And this not a trap house I'm in a condo, you know I'm up now I don't know how to use a computer, but Trust me, bitch, I bring the Mac out Gang, gang, gang, gang I'm with a e-girl, this not an e-date I pop these pills and I fall asleep for like three days Up all night on a muhfuckin' school day Cheese on my head like I'm playing for Green Bay I fell asleep on September 1st Wake me up at the end of the month, no Green Day Turn that blick sideways Let it rip like a fucking Beyblade I just got back from Paris Watch my money go up off the fucking exchange rate I don't clang gang but I got two dicks on me Every goddamn day, ay, gang, gang Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang That's seven days a week You pussy niggas weak And I'm boutta feast Bitch, give me brain like a geek Freeze, police Bitch, I ain't stopping for shit You gonna have to shoot me on God I got a Uzi, extended the clip Now that shit is tall, Lil Uzi Choke the shit out a bitch, look at her neck Those are not hickeys, they bruises Look at my bag, it's Louis I get more neck than a mufuckin' crew neck, on God My numbers went up, how he do that? I'm on your block making noise like a jet I paint my nails and make them beat the piss out a nigga He thought I was soft, my whip Megatron This bitch suck my dick when she heard what it costs, on God Blicky, and Becky, Lebron She shake her ass on my fucking glock Um, pause, I got the sauce Stand on my money I look like the Rock (Gang) Let me hear that shit one time

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