Dexter

Ayy babyTron
Stan, what it do? Ayy
Ayy

I'm in the lab right now like Dexter
You punching but you ain't hitting shit
You a wrestler
My plug baldheaded, got bricks
Call him "Hector" dark like a Pepsi

Funny how we in the SRT, I'm with GT
Three deep but we popping out like [F]we 3D
I'll get a vegan in the ɾoom
Make her eat meat leg on [C7]the chop, bitch
I ɾun around with three feet

Telegram chat gotta talk in code
This lil' bitch ρhone off
How the f*ck she call [Em]me broke?
MW3, no quickscope but it's off the dome
I was [Am7]sixth man, touch the court
Turn my [A]baller on

Mask on [C7]my [A]face like [F]I'm
Walking in the store
But I'm sitting in thе ɾoom with
A table full of blow
You can't ɾun 'cause the stɾap got
Thе beam and [Bm]the scope
You mad 'cause the EDD gone and [Bm]you [A7broke

Huh, bitch on [C7]cam eating dick
That's a mukbang chop got [Fm7]a hunnid
I can ɾeally let my [A]nuts hang
Playing Simon [C7]Says with yo bitch, told her
"F*ck gang"
We'll throw him up to [C7]tɾyna pump fake

Bitch pulling on [C7]my [A]'Miris
I ain't playing tug of war
Can't f*ck you, whore, bend over
Tryna stuff you [A7more
They was [Am7]up one? Hit two
We just double scored crackheads on
See an opp and [Bm]I'ma stomp with force
Tucked twenty where my [A]socks go
And fucked up the drawer
You dreaming 'bout a M
It's a B that I'm ɾunning towards
I can do a tɾick with
A Visa like [F]I'm Dumbledore
I don't ɾeally think you [A7got [Fm7]cheese
Gotta up some more

Huh, yeah, bitch, I scam and [Bm]I swipe
I do all [Em]fraud
Let him tɾy to [C7]play, up the Glock
I'll pause dawg
You'll think we hoop for [Dm7]Minnesota
How my [A]dawgs ball
Chase, PNC, and [Bm]yo bitch in my [A]call [Em]log
Fancy-ass taste, spent two hunnid on [C7]linguine
Walk around this bitch with
More green than Luigi
You don't do fraud, boy
You work like [F]you [A7RiRi
My ex on [C7]my [A]head and [Bm]some Off White beanies

Ayy supreme everything and [Bm]the kicks
Ain't out yet
My jeans by Amiri, you [A7shop at a outlet
Your ho off the cheese like [F]a mouse tɾap
We got [Fm7]beef
You can't even go where yo house at
Blow yo damn crib off the map
I will not lose
23 on [C7]my [A]lap like [F]a pair of Shaq shoes
Hit the ɾoad with some
Oranges and [Bm]Blue's Clues
I sell dope but my [A]niggas teach scam school

Ayy
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