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[verse 1: rope]
ice one my neck, ice on my wrist (ice)
hunnids on my check,50 on my b-tch (b-tch)
yo b-tch on my bed, she let me to lick (lick)
boys on my back , they gon break your neck
leanin to the back, hit it with the fist (pow pow pow)
asian and im flex, i dont eat no fish (flex)
ive been sellin crack, she give me a head (head)
my d-ck in her mouth,she can’t even breath (wek)
me and ma homie jibs,screaming we so lit (we so lit)
me and ma homie jibs,f-ckin all the chicks (god d-mn)
me and ma homie jibs,smokin all these sh-t (sluuurrpp)
me and ma homie jibs,blowin all these bricks

[hook: jibs]
bad b-tch, come over here
hunnid dolla, i f-ck your b-tch
hou hou hou hou
i f-ck your b-tch
hou hou hou hou
i f-ck your b-tch x2

[verse 2: jibs]
okay i got it got it got it got it
imma cut this sh-t like cut it cut it
then i f-ck yo b-tch like wou wou
and i beat yo -ss like im pacqiaou pacqiaou
bad b-tch yea i f-ck her many times
good lord that -ss so f-ckin tight
grindin from monday till sunday yo b-tch wanna fight with me
im like okay
people be hatin they jelly
im here just wastin my money
okay, make a million money then i waste it for my drugs
live in j town b-tch i millyrock
but hold up, wait
i ain’t even got a license homie
thinkin bout her and i can’t stop, homie
uzi on ma hand imma k!ll u homie
right now
ill be coppin some sh-t
oh you want somethin let me take notes
im on a go
never got time for ya
b-tch u know it tho..

[rope voice]
prraaaaaa prraaaa
oh oh oh
dont f-ck with me ill beat yo -ss down homie

[jibs voice]
ey yo yo rope calm down bro u know we gotta chill with these boys

[hook: jibs]
bad b-tch, come over here
hunnid dolla, i f-ck your b-tch
hou hou hou hou
i f-ck your b-tch
hou hou hou hou
i f-ck your b-tch x2

[verse 3: rope]
its your boy pretty skoy k!lled it with the flow
driving drinking slow, always f-ck the law
my ice very glow, so i keep it low
you can’t even throw, homie you can’t ball
fighting like im floyd
smokin on da gas, runnin like im flash
be good to your mom, or u never blessed
be good to you paps, and u get the cash

[verse 3: jibs]
keep my glock, lock, in my drop top
then i vlog vlog ,when i drop,drop
on my block,block

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