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One hand on the wheel, other hand under her skirt

I get the trenches hope, I'm feelin' like I'm Durk

Ooter got no days off, he got all the turfs

Babo got no days off, he got all the

Mama Meezy called me with three pints, I took 'em all to Turks

Now it's time to pop it, I been on some humble shit

That dope shit I'm spinnin', Goyard might be worth a couple bricks

You ain't never hit the road, your soldier askin' for some work

Had better not play with a hundred head, that shit gon' get him hurt

He just aced to a deuce, now it's time to double up

I just dropped a whole deuce, know I keep a muddy cup

Chrome belt to match my jeans, bitch, I been comin' trim

I'm a Queens nigga, so that's the only thing that's on my brim

I'm 'bout to buy that Track' for nothin', baby, buckle up

Everybody say my name for clout, I'm tryna see what the fuck is up

Niggas finna hit me, I'm a lit nigga

I can't even walk in the airport without fans askin' for pics, nigga

Every time these bitches play with me, I just get richer

Every time I get a new bitch, she just get thicker

I don't want that bitch if I can't go hit licks with her

Any nigga play himself, I crop him out the big picture

Nothin' 'bout us regular

When we catch you outside, we gon' strip you, blame the messenger

I block everybody who ain't call 'bout money on my cellular

And that's facts, I don't give a fuck

About a bitch, nigga, I got racks

On my mama, I made more than seven figures off of rap

One hand on the wheel, other hand under her skirt

I get the trenches hope, I'm feelin' like I'm Durk

Ooter got no days off, he got all the turfs

Babo got no days off, he got all the

Mama Meezy called me with three pints, I took 'em all to Turks

Now it's time to pop it, I been on some humble shit

That dope shit I'm spinnin', Goyard might be worth a couple bricks

You ain't never hit the road, your soldier askin' for some work

Had better not play with a hundred head, that shit gon' get him hurt