[Verse 1] They say a dollar’s all you need to go and live your dreams But I’ve been living in that squaller, man life, it ain’t what it seems I’ve got a collar, ’cause my owners be karma and ben-jah-mins The Benz I’m in, be full of models in Prada and skinny jeans So what you think, lil homie? Get back — you need to pick that up, We love to flash, pullin’ up in a big black truck, We make a quick dash while y’all just stuck, grabbing ya nuts We’re out of bud — so fuck it, let’s hit the kickback up… [Chorus] (I’m hittin’ kickback up, ’cause that’s my combo move, Plus I got this lil’ Glock tucked, ’cause I don’t fuck with you — Rooty-tooty fruity lil’ bitches, gon’ sip your juice, yeah — In your kiddy chair while we out here, just making bodies move I don’t think, he’s getting back up… And if he do, I’ll just get the back up… Back up, back up, it’s time to pick this back up, Right where we left off — I think it was, Tellin’ her to drop it low, and then just pick it back up.) [Verse 2] Stack up, stack up, seeing how you stack up, That’s just really sad stuff, Snack up, snack up, then threw it back up, Think — I just had myself a bad lunch, and no, this ain’t no naked lunch, But this Cronenberg flow finna fuck ya body up, I came to pump this party up, roll a blunt, smoke it up, Got this, sawed off shot gun, hit ya body with the pump — Lock, stock, and two smoking barrels — hit ya in ya lungs, So take a deep breath… and let it out… Because your soul… im finna fuckin let it out.. you fallin off, fallin down, fallin out, fallin fast-uh, Justin got the call-in from yo chick, so ima hit her quick, back up [Chorus] (I’m hittin’ kickback up, ’cause that’s my combo move, Plus I got this lil’ Glock tucked, ’cause I don’t fuck with you — Rooty-tooty fruity lil’ bitches, gon’ sip your juice, yeah — In your kiddy chair while we out here, just making bodies move I don’t think, he’s getting back up… And if he do, I’ll just get the back up… Back up, back up, it’s time to pick this back up, Right where we left off — I think it was, Tellin’ her to drop it low, and then just pick it back up.) [Bridge] They say a dollar’s all you need to go and live your dreams… But I’ve been living in that squaller, man life, it ain’t what it seems… I’ve got a collar, ’cause my owners be karma and ben-jah-mins… The Benz I’m in, be full of models in Prada and skinny jeans — (Stack up, stack up, seeing how you stack up, That’s just really sad stuff, Snack up, snack up, then threw it back up, Think — I just had myself a bad lunch) [Outro] I don’t think… he gon’ be… getting back up… I don’t think… he gon’ be… getting back up… I don’t think… he gon’ be… getting back up…
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