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Pull up and ghost huh
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(Huh, huh)
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(Huh, huh)
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(Huh, huh)
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Pull up and ghost huh
Pull up and ghost huh
(Yeah, yeah)
Pull up in a ghost
I just pulled up, my wrist bust down, now that bitch wanna get to know me huh
I ain't your homie huh
You don't know me
By my lonely, shooting these hoes like Kobe
I got two chains all on me
One hang low, and one choke me
Got Balenci' on my body
No one fuck with me
Golden wrist watch that's on fleek
Hide your bitch cause I'm gon' seek
She got tired of the hiding
Now she suck my D
Look, listen
All these bitches gon' talk
All these bitches gon' walk
All these bitches gon' lie
Get the fuck out my face
Before I get you erased
Now that bitch mad at me cause I blocked her shit
Yeah
(Bro, I be telling you, these bitches be fucking wilding bro)
(This one bitch was like, "Oh, can you sing for me?")
("Can you rap for me?")
(I'm like bro?)
(Who the fuck do I look like to you?)
(Like what the fuck)
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Pull up and ghost huh
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