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[intro]
(kayarchon)
glah

[verse 1: jenn carter]
know the opps, they gon’ put this on replay (glah*glah*glah, what?), spinnin’ and spinnin’ like we in a relay (d*mn)
he try to punch he got put in a blunt and the beam got a scope, so now he gotta tummy tuck
he not a leprechaun, he outta luck
tell that dummy n*gga get his coins up (glah*glah, boom, b*tch)
he on the bench, he gotta gotta get his points up (glah*glah, boom, b*tch)
he try to diss, het got sent to his owner (godd*mn)
i’m a demon, 4*1 top shotta (glah*glah), walk in the spot, they address me as carter (carter)
no partition, ain’t talkin’ beyoncé, different position, this strap is [?] (it’s carter, d*ckhead)
bullets singin’ like they arе rihanna, if you lack, that’s our problem (glah*glah*glah)
ain’t no math, we gon’ rob him, strap in a baddie, shе think i’m her father (b*tch)
free loco, know brodie a demon, like i woke up and i couldn’t believe it
said the money gon’ come in a sequence, glah, it gon’ come in a sequence (glah*glah)
d said, “ain’t no bendin, through chester”, they on block, you can tell that we next up (next up)
he got popped, her was bein’ a wrestler
like i’m a tutor, i’ll teach ’em lesson
[verse 2: kyle richh]
she*she around me, you know she a gem (thottie)
brown skin, we always textin’ on ig (ig)
she might talk on the beat, just like me (like me)
forty*one shots, so don’t play with the wifey (wifey)
like, d*mn, let’s fall in love, i*i get paid to go [?] (like, d*mn)
you a queen, know n0body can come close to you
i just wanna show you ’cause i’m ‘possed to
in the spot, she to bougie (bougie)
she be lookin’ too cute in the thirty*eight
two*two some, i wanna do some
pout out the d’ussé, we start doin’ dirty sh*t (dirty)
and i cannot f*ck with a dirty b*tch, that b*tch a bum, i can tell by the weight
like, i might slide with a .9 or a .6
he tried to throw, he got let out the sh*t
like it’s a party, pass me the drink, like, she wanna f*ck ’cause i’m big
top two, not two, said, “i got you” (got you)
you don’t got me like i got you (got you)
shoot by myself, i don’t goggles
i*i don’t really talk like it’
[?]
off of a thirty, i’m [?]

[verse 3: jenn carter]
he tried to run, i know kr gon’ get ’em
like a shark and the bullets gon’ shed ’em (glah*glah*glah)
like, metro, i’m steady boomin’
like a needle, i shoot through the denim (glah*glah*glah)
like dory, bullet’s gon wet him
on the court and i’m playin’ it centre
feel like curry, the way that i’m shootin’, he got a gun, he don’t know what to do with it
bullets is schorchin’, they makin’ ’em melt
why the keepin’ my name in discussion?
she heard i’m a rapper, so she get to rompin’, call up d billy, that boy get to dumpin’
if i flock, it’s a movie, off the henny, she turn to a groupie (glah*glah*glah)
they like, “jenny be movin’ so moody and shorty a demon, so they cannot stop her” (glah*glah*glah)
if brodie throw five, i’ma times it by two, that’s why b*tches gon’ rate me a ten
c not a demon, he flock out the benz and these b*tches is geekin’ party with jen
f*ck around and get popped, potion
‘head of the rappin’ and they said that i’m chosen
i won’t stop ’til my wrist is on frozen, i’m on the top like the metal is golden
walk in the spot and these b*tches are chokin’, make it hot like the ac is broken
feel like lil baby, i’m scarred with emotions, but durkio blitz said, “that backdoor is open”
so no, i cannot stop for a moment, everyone fiendin’ to eat in the kitchen
off the za’ and this sh*t is so potent ,tata be uppin’, you know that he itchin’

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