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Hell nah, I don't wanna hear your diss I just spent two bands on Rick Heard her heart, I gotta fix that MMY with the Rich, they mix match (mix match) I get my lick back, he get popped like a Tic-Tac (Tic) And her tongue goin' zig-zag We gon' bring 'em guns, like give'em hell Yeah, hell yeah, uh Yeah, hell yeah, uh Yeah, hell yeah And I move the pack through the mail (yeah) And this gas good enough to sell, yeah He tryna be like us and I can tell, yeah He tryna be like like us, but that boy failed, yeah Uh, yeah, hell yeah Uh, yeah, hell yeah Uh, yeah, hell yeah Uh-uh-uh, yeah, hell yeah Uh, yeah, hell yeah Uh, yeah, hell yeah Uh-uh, yeah, hell yeah Uh-uh, yeah, hell yeah (Ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah) I'm 5'7, I stand on my money, I'm tall And no, I don't hoop, but I swear I could ball And no, I don't love you, girl, I ain't fall She do her lil' shuffle, she do the futsal (futsal) I ain't leavin' no witness, don't care what you saw Promise I used to be broke But now that I'm up, I'ma Balenciaga it all (all) I could take you to Pluto Promise you gon' keep it true, though When I'm older, buy a two-door Or a four I got some money, but I want some more We up, tell 'em check the score (yeah) Hit my phone, you gon' get ignored Scored on a pint, pharmacy galore (bop, bop, bop, bop, bop) Hell nah, I don't wanna hear your diss I just spent two bands on Rick Hurt her heart, I gotta fix that MMY with the Rick, they mix match (Mix match) I get my lick back (lick back) He get popped like a Tic-Tac (Tic-Tac) And her tongue goin' zig-zag We gon' bring 'em guns out, give 'em hell Yeah, hell yeah Uh, yeah, hell yeah Uh, yeah, hell yeah And I move the pack through the mail (yeah) And this gas good enough to sell, yeah He tryna be like us and I can tell, yeah (PinkGrillz) He tried to be like us, but that boy failed, yeah Uh, yeah, hell yeah Come back, tana