I ain't snitchin' to the troll No, I don't know nothin' Took the number one spot

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Here 'em talking shit
I take both of 'em
Your exes on my dick
I take both of 'em
Bentley truck, Panamera
I own both of 'em
Young and rich in the mirror
I see both of 'em

From the corner to fame and fortune
Yeah, I see both of em
Tallahassee and Calabasas
Got cribs in both of em
Did this shit all on my own so
I don't owe nothing
Call Rihanna and Ariana
Yeah, I know both of em
Got two phones like I'm Kevin Gates
I give bitches both numbers
Just like Buddens and Charlemagnes
No one cares 'bout both of em
It's a hundred degrees out on my wrist
It's a cold summer
It's a hundred degrees out on my wrist
It's a cold summer

Here 'em talking shit
I take both of 'em
Your exes on my dick
I take both of 'em
Bentley truck, Panamera
I own both of 'em
Young and rich in the mirror
I see both of 'em
Both of em, both
Both of em
Bentley truck, Panamera
I own both of 'em
Young and rich in the mirror
I see both of 'em

Chevy candy coated
And the matte floorin'
Lil baby, cherry red and the other golden
Everybody on my Gram since I went public
Don't be callin' me fam
No we not cousins
Find her with my body guard
No I don't [?]
I ain't snitchin' to the troll
No, I don't know nothin'
Took the number one spot
They act like I done stole something
Ugly and you washed up
Yeah, bitch you both of em
(Bitch you both of em)

Here 'em talking shit
I take both of 'em
Your exes on my dick
I take both of 'em
Bentley truck, Panamera
I own both of 'em
Young and rich in the mirror
I see both of 'em
Both of em, both
Both of em
Bentley truck, Panamera
I own both of 'em
Young and rich in the mirror
I see both of 'em
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It's a hundred degrees out on my wrist It's a cold summer
Just like Buddens and Charlemagnes No one cares 'bout both of em It's a hundred degrees out on my wrist
Here 'em talking shit I take both of 'em Your exes on my dick
But you're different from the rest And boy, if you confess, you might get blessed
We can make it last, take it slow, hmm And I can tell that you know I know how I want it, yeah
I tell you all the things you should know So baby, take my hands, save your soul
(Yeah) And he see the universe when I'm in company It's all in me
(Yeah) And I can be all the things you tell me not to be (Yeah) When you try to come for me, I keep on flourishing