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[intro: rodneyy & xaviersobased]
d*mn, y’all n*ggas so lame (yeah)
i’ve really been [?] with your f*ckin’ bae
if you run up on me, you get hit with the k (yeah, yeah)
he talkin’, he talk—
in that big benz, shot up in that big benz (yeah, yeah)
big bands—
—race at p2’s intimidated, i learned some valuable insight regarding the sss psychy: (northcut)
“don’t just win, destroy” (ninetyniiine)
“don’t just outride your opponent, smack the [?] at the side of the head”

[verse 1: xaviersobased]
yeah, runnin’ through barbados
yeah, i’m with your shawty, she said she wanna try *n*l
this n*gga said he wanna feat, but he gotta pay those
he said, “go outside,” yeah, he called me an a*hole

[verse 2: rodneyy]
with your bae, and she doin’ what i say so
i’m with xav’, and we pourin’ in the faygo (in the faygo)
yeah, we might talk, but it’s day*to*day, ho (uh, uh)
rollin’ [?], i can’t see the [?]

[verse 3: xaviersobased & rodneyy]
i’m with rodneyy, yeah, and he pourin’ in the faygo
hundred rounds, so my homie gon’ have to lay low
leave a n*gga paralyzed, like a lego
i’ma have to flip a n*gga like an eggo (yeah)
[verse 4: rodneyy]
i pour fours up in my drink, i’m so [?], can’t even see (yeah, yeah)
don’t know why she keeps that ring, but if she let me in, i’m [?] (let me in, i’m—)
shootin’ like i’m steph’ curry, but i got more o’s than [?]
yeah, that’s like thirty on my piece, vivienne westwood for my feet (nah, nah)

[verse 5: xaviersobased & rodneyy]
these n*ggas [?], get an ego
i’m with [?], yeah, even he and she knows
she popped a [?], we was listenin’ to [?]
h*lla tooties, shoutout to my n*gga [?] (eugh)

[verse 6: rodneyy]
d*mn, y’all n*ggas so lame (yeah)
i’ve really been [?] with your f*ckin’ bae
if you run up on me, you get hit with the k (yeah, yeah)
he talkin’, he talkin’, he not really walkin’
i’m finna murk a n*gga, t**th at the pave’, uh, uh
pavement, uh, you know what i’m sayin’
what i gotta do to show y’all? i ain’t playin’
she my biggest fan, yeah, she gon’ stand (yeah)
pull up in the benz, i feel like diego, uh, uppin’ it (yeah, yeah)
and my coupe orange like it got a tint (uh*huh)
she not fine, two out of ten
that’s your man, i ain’t just been
coupe all white, lookin’ like lint, yeah (like some lint, n*gga)
[verse 7: xaviersobased & rodneyy]
why you active? p*ssy n*gga trappin’ (uh, uh)
ashed him, pull up, and i ashed him
in that big benz, shot up in that big benz (yeah, yeah)
big bands, yeah, i’m countin’ big bands (yeah, them bands)
mix*match, we just shot a mix*match (uh)
hoes, get that, bands, get that
hoes, get that, bands, get that
hoes, get that, bands, get that

[outro]
okay, people, there was quite the race over on p3’s gravitude earlier today
edge*of*your*seat excitement, some truly epic riding, and a surprising amount of fisticuffs
well, i’m not surprised they would scr*p—

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