Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check
So why even bother sending me a text?
Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze
As i sit back\ cadillac, leftover rappers so delouis
If there’s a shining star
To click respond to your master carl
It’s a fucking celebration, bitches
Three critter creeps, twitter this
Coming at each other's throats so perfectly just like how every lock has it's own individual key.
Get into pop even nicki, minaj with her roman follower/ not me i wanna be a prodigy/
That god isn't finished with me yeti feel his hand on my brain
The white nicki minaj, yet better and i just came
Promise to bought a cadillac for my gram.
Not a fake person, that's the sims man
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