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Iamdoechii, Kal Banx, Isaiah Rashad
Who the pilot? And my bitch eat me up when I'm driving And I swear it's a show, not a riot Uh I was trippin', you was trippin', who the pilot? And my bitch keep me up when I'm drivin' And I swear it's a show, not a riot And I had a nightmare last night that I wouldn't count it up We had too many hoes in this bitch, I had to 'round 'em up And I had too many hoes in my face, I had to cut 'em off I done focus on my one-on-one And I hope your pussy good as my bank account What you said? Ayy, bitch, can I break you off? Trunk wavin' at the mall Hoes on your side of town hate when they ain't involved Geeked on my brudda pack, beat and I'm overcharged (yeah) Hurt, what I'm servin' in it, spread like the word of God (what you said?) F*ck what a nigga do, reach for some inner peace Geeked on my side of town, dope when I'm slidin' (bitch) Ghost when I'm slidin' (bitch), Ghost when I'm slidin' (bitch) Porsche when I'm slidin' (what you said?) All the hoes with the shorts in ya ass And you got the D'Usse fallin' out your glass Old man don't want you in the club 'Cause your pussy poppin', start fights in the club Come through in your new rental car Bitches all in your face 'cause you a star And you come with 'bout four, five hoes Down to fight anything straight out the door Roll but I make him eat up, yeah, yeah, yeah (on go) Drunk but I make him drink up, yeah, yeah, yeah (he gone) Real, I don't wanna sneak up, yeah, yeah (he gone) Pop pills but I make him geek up, yeah, yeah, yeah (grrat) Drunk on a Saturday, hoes get mad, hoes get mad (hoes get mad) Dirt, it go that-a-way, ho be glad, ho be glad (ho be glad) Real when you grind (yeah), real when you shine (yeah) Drunk, drunk, drunk on a Saturday (on the way) Lookin' bad when you spazz with yo' girls and yo' ass out Bad like the girl from the Ave, goin' anti Keep a bag, pop a tag, gon' let it air out Drop it fast, let it spazz, gon' let your hair down Shush when I say I get it done, when they speak, I sit up Flip a pack and make a bun, when they done, I link up Get ahead like you a geek, show no face if you discreet Come and put this drink on me if you wanna link up (what you said?) All the hoes with the shorts in ya ass And you got the D'Usse fallin' out your glass Old man don't want you in the club 'Cause your pussy poppin', start fights in the club Come through in your new rental car Bitches all in your face 'cause you a star And you come with 'bout four, five hoes Down to fight anything straight out the door