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Fila down to the socks like I’m back in '96
Keep your girl mouth busy, I ain’t talkin’ no licks
Yeah, she goofy though, call her "Looney chick"
'Cause she ride for the drip, not the one with the stick
She don’t get a dime, not even a ride
Just a backshot brunch and a walk of pride
Kinda rude with it, but I rhyme too slick
Put a opp in the box like a Popeye's stick
No tint on the ride, let 'em see me glow
Ghetto halo when the speakers blow
Feelin' like a baller in a fur coat summer
Flex too loud, made her man go stutter
Try to bite style? You gon’ choke on it
I’m the barcode, you a note on it
Ran up on dude — he ain’t talkin’ now
Got a 40 with a switch, make a preacher bow
Fila down to the socks like I’m back in '96
Keep your girl mouth busy, I ain’t talkin’ no licks
Yeah, she goofy though, call her "Looney chick"
'Cause she ride for the drip, not the one with the stick
She don’t get a dime, not even a ride
Just a backshot brunch and a walk of pride
Kinda rude with it, but I rhyme too slick
Put a opp in the box like a Popeye's stick
Fila down to the socks like I’m back in '96
Keep your girl mouth busy, I ain’t talkin’ no licks
Yeah, she goofy though, call her "Looney chick"
'Cause she ride for the drip, not the one with the stick
She don’t get a dime, not even a ride
Just a backshot brunch and a walk of pride
Kinda rude with it, but I rhyme too slick
Put a opp in the box like a Popeye's stick
No tint on the ride, let 'em see me glow
Ghetto halo when the speakers blow
Feelin' like a baller in a fur coat summer
Flex too loud, made her man go stutter
Try to bite style? You gon’ choke on it
I’m the barcode, you a note on it
Ran up on dude — he ain’t talkin’ now
Got a 40 with a switch, make a preacher bow
Fila down to the socks like I’m back in '96
Keep your girl mouth busy, I ain’t talkin’ no licks
Yeah, she goofy though, call her "Looney chick"
'Cause she ride for the drip, not the one with the stick
She don’t get a dime, not even a ride
Just a backshot brunch and a walk of pride
Kinda rude with it, but I rhyme too slick
Put a opp in the box like a Popeye's stick
No tint on the ride, let 'em see me glow
Ghetto halo when the speakers blow
Feelin' like a baller in a fur coat summer
Flex too loud, made her man go stutter
Try to bite style? You gon’ choke on it
I’m the barcode, you a note on it
Ran up on dude — he ain’t talkin’ now
Got a 40 with a switch, make a preacher bow
