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One to the two to the three to the quatro
Bitch, I’m bout that cheese, I’m bout them chips, I’m bout that nacho
Playing with me wrong I split your top, I dress your taco
This shit here doper than cocoa from Griselda Blanco
I got this for the low, I got this shit here from my migo
This shit here got me higher than Mariah Carey C-note
No, I do not trap, but I run shit like Ochocinco
Beast Mode just like Pluto, I might go and cop a peacoat
I just hit your bitch, we shot a flick off of her iPhone
Was trapped inside my mind and I broke out like I’m El Chapo
Better keep your third eye on these niggas if you know what I know
Slime Season vision, my eyes bleeding through my blindfold
One to the two to the three to the quatro
Bitch, I’m bout that cheese, I’m bout them chips, I’m bout that nacho
Playing with me wrong I split your top, I dress your taco
This shit here doper than cocoa from Griselda Blanco
One to the two to the three to the quatro
Bitch, I’m bout that cheese, I’m bout them chips, I’m bout that nacho
Playing with me wrong I split your top, I dress your taco
This shit here doper than cocoa from Griselda Blanco