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Hahaha 

Good job, First 

Yah-ah-ah-ah-ah 

Ey mama, uh 

Huh 

She just hit my phone (hello, brrr) 

Fuck that bitch (who?), kick her out the door (hello?) 

She just hit my phone (hello, what, brrr), my phone (ooh) 

She just hit my phone (my phone), smash that bitch, go out that door (go out the door, purpp) 

Go out the door, yeah (door) 

She just hit my phone, go out the door, yeah 

Fuck that bitch, she out the door, yeah (brrr, oh) 

Fuck that bitch, I kick her out the door, yeah 

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I just wanna smash (wanna smash) 

I just wanna smash and smoke this gas (yah, huh, ooh) 

I just wanna smash (smash, smash) 

If my nigga wanna smash, then I'ma pass, yeah, yeah 

Yeah, in the Tesla (skrrt, skrrt) 

I'm so extra (extra) 

Got like three iPhones, I don't even ever text her (brr, huh, ooh, yeah, ooh) 

Glock inside my mattress (my mattress) 

Glock inside my hand (inside my) 

Yeah she want that Molly 'cause that Molly look like sand (it look like, ahh) 

I can tell she want me, got two-thousand dollar pants (aha) 

She just hit my phone (hello, brrr) 

Fuck that bitch (who?), kick her out the door (hello?) 

She just hit my phone (hello, what, brrr), my phone (ooh) 

She just hit my phone (my phone), smash that bitch, go out that door (go out the door, Purpp) 

Go out the door, yeah (door) 

She just hit my phone, go out the door, yeah (don't hit my phone) 

Fuck that bitch, she out the door, yeah (kick her out the door) 

Fuck that bitch, I kick her out the door, yeah 

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She said: You can text me back, why you wanna call for? 

She do what she can, while I'm doing what I want 

Hit that bitch one time and then I kick her out the door 

I just bought a pint, I hit up Purpp, I need some smoke 

I'm a rockstar with no band, but I got bands 

Call her when I land, she change her plans 

Always had a plan, yeah, to be the man, yeah 

Came up sellin' grams, now bitches hit me on the 'Gram, yeah 

Louis V., Supreme 

Your man ain't got no swag, he hashtag "true religion fees" 

Got a check and run it up (run it up) 

All my chains on but I'm keepin' somethin' tucked (pew) 

Sawed my shotty off, now that's my little pump 

She just hit my phone (hello, brrr) 

Fuck that bitch (who?), kick her out the door (hello?) 

She just hit my phone (hello, what, brrr), my phone (ooh) 

She just hit my phone (my phone), fuck that bitch, go out that door (go out the door, Purpp) 

Go out the door, yeah (door) 

She just hit my phone, go out the door, yeah 

Fuck that bitch, she out the door, yeah 

Fuck that bitch, I kick her out the door, yeah (yeah)