My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread
If not we're practically dead
Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check
Need an appointment wanna be dead
You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three
It was a black and white puppy dog face sniffing me
They fasting they won't leave me ate
All you niggas dead , dead fake
Fuck around with me you just get dead
Y'all test like professors, you can get ahead
Their buzz internet and mines in her net
These cops trippin' now they want me dead
That's thick like puppy slush,
Rub the wood and ima show em love
Smack another person dead
Holla out my set
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