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Yeah

(Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)

Will Smith and Martin Lawrence, I'm a bad boy
Went and got off my ass, and got to the cash
And got in my bag, boy
Please don't think it's sweet, I stay with the heat
Even though I'm a sad boy
You better watch the way you breathe around me
'Fore that breath be your last, boy (let's go, yee)

I've been drinking Red Razz boy (Red, yeah)
I've been trappin' all these birds, McCoy (McCoy, brr, brr, brr, brr)
Newborn baby, my Richard Mille in nine months, ooh
Overseas, hundred scheme, bitch, croissants (yeah)

Wrecked the GT-R (Skrrt), I love to crash cars
I'm a bad boy so I got a bad broad
Futuristic rides imported from Mars (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Smith & Wesson .45, put a hole in his heart
Better not play with me, killers they stay with me
Your bae, she lay with me
She fell in love with my ice, yeah, that hockey rink
When they come to kick it, I'm not on a soccer team
You are all makin' this part of my prophecy
Raf Simons match my Prada jeans
I'ma do the dash, get to the bag, ain't no one as bad as me

Will Smith and Martin Lawrence, I'm a bad boy
Went and got off my ass, and got to the cash
And got in my bag, boy
Please don't think it's sweet, I stay with the heat
Even though I'm a sad boy
You better watch the way you breathe around me
'Fore that breath be your last, boy, uh (Let's go, yee)

I've been drinking Red Razz boy (Red, yeah)
I've been trappin' all these birds, McCoy (McCoy, brr, brr, brr, brr)
Newborn baby, my Richard Mille in nine months, ooh
Overseas, hundred scheme, bitch, croissants (yeah)

Sticky, sticky, ricky, I smoke Skittles, not no sticky (sticky)
I shot at his mommy, now he no longer mention me (thot, thot)
You say you want smoke, and I've been comin' down the chimney (whoa)
You got barbecue, you bitches, I'm so fried and they crispy (ooh)
I had on Margielas when I shot out the cut (murk)
Act like you want war and they gon' smoke
You like a blunt (smoke you like a blunt)
I'm just keeping it real with ya
I'm just bein' blunt (I'm just being blunt)
Porsche Carrera got the pipes out the back like a skunk, yeah (skrrt)
Skrrt-skrrt, skrrt-skrrt
That's just the sound of the Benz
(Skrrt), I keep it, the 'Vette (skrrt)
I keep me a text (skrrt), I delete your message (skrrt)
I bust on her chest (skrrt), I made a mess (skrrt)
I hope for the best (skrrt), go like a chaser (skrrt)
I be the best (skrrt), I got the neck (skrrt)
I can turn a check (skrrt), look like Project X (skrrt, skrrt)

Will Smith and Martin Lawrence, I'm a bad boy
Went and got off my ass, and got to the cash
And got in my bag, boy
Please don't think it's sweet, I stay with the heat
Even though I'm a sad boy
You better watch the way you breathe around me
'Fore that breath be your last, boy, uh (let's go, yee)

I've been drinking Red Razz boy (Red, yeah)
I've been trappin' all these birds, McCoy (McCoy, brr, brr, brr, brr)
Newborn baby, my Richard Mille in nine months, ooh
Overseas, hundred scheme, bitch, croissants (yeah)
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