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shoot an opp, slow it down—put that sh*t on replay
f*ck with them haters, and the choppa go spray spray
b*tch, my d*mn draco don’t got no delay
see him in the street—he lookin’ like prey

b*tch, i make bread in my sleep
i got balenciaga—yeah, i know that sh*t ain’t cheap
they wantin’ my bars, but i’m dropping heat
dropped my song, and they got it on repeat

yeah, talk to me, girl, as much as you can
just made 40 racks—you could call it a band
b*tch flew to miami—yeah, i see her with a tan
this hoe can’t handle it, so that b*tch ran

shootin’ my shot—yeah, ballin’ like curry
lookin’ at your face, my vision turns blurry
i’ll stay with you, b*tch—you don’t need to worry
droppin’ this song like, “d*mn, i needa hurry”

they sayin’ i’m mid, but nah—i’m the king
said she didn’t want me, but now we a thing
pull up with the shank, and i’m makin’ it sting
b*tch, i got ice, and i make it go bling

b*tch so bad—thought she was the onе
she otp laughing, but this sh*t not fun
if i find this new guy, i’ll make him my son
so dark outsidе—black like my gun
pull up with the gang—and i say, “my brother”
this b*tch so bad—i don’t even want another
otp, sayin’ how much she loves the summer
tryna get to know her, and i know her favorite color

only go to school so i’m present in class
windows on the two*seater lookin’ like glass
snowin’ and sh*t, but it ain’t forecast
speedin’ on the highway, burnin’ my gas

shoot an opp, slow it down—put that sh*t on replay
f*ck with them haters, and the choppa go spray spray
b*tch, my d*mn draco don’t got no delay
see him in the street—he lookin’ like prey
b*tch, i make bread in my sleep
i got balenciaga—yeah, i know that sh*t ain’t cheap
they wantin’ my bars, but i’m dropping heat
dropped my song, and they got it on repeat

yeah, talk to me, girl, as much as you can
just made 40 racks—you could call it a band
b*tch flew to miami—yeah, i see her with a tan
this hoe can’t handle it, so that b*tch ran

my choppa holds a hundred rounds, that’s all
call me lil uzi, ’cause my money got tall
he said he made 40 bands—that’s small
you say you too scared, but b*tch, i just ball

- collexium lyrics

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