(Do we get some medals?)
Paper, yeah, I love it
Guappin', out in public
Runnin' to the guap, you run from it
Dumb B don't want zop's, get away from me!
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(Hey, Seepy, do we get some medals?)
Paper, yeah, I love it
Guappin', out in public
Runnin' to the guap, you run from it
Dumb B don't want zop's, get away from me!
I don't start my day off with a blunt
Start my day off, pop a Vicky, make a stunt
Love the Vicky, shit get icky, I don't front
Bitch, I'm never picky, yeah, I'm like a-, I'ma grunt
Need a Molly Queen, need a 'Rari
Fuck the fucking scene, and fuck Bari
Got a Pepsi with a pressie, sorry
Sike! I'm never sorry, bitch, adore me
If you overdose on my shit, I ain't really sorry
Shit get icky out here, you know, that's the truth
Me and Octi makin' hits when we in the booth
I don't got time to talk, bitch, we steady making moves
I don't got time to talk, I got money on my mind
I'm counting up hundreds, bitch, you counting dimes
I'm counting to a million, bitch, you counting pennies
Broke-ass-bitch at the store using Pennies
They used to hate on me 'cause they didn't understand me
I'm tryna get rich, I don't care about a Grammy
And, if I win that shit, I'll still sell pressed Xan's
I don't give a fuck, bitch, I just want the bands
I don't start my day off with a blunt
Start my day off, pop a Vicky, make a stunt
Love the Vicky, shit get icky, I don't front
Bitch, I'm never picky, yeah, I'm like a-, I'ma grunt