Fraction

Yeah, yeah, Neeko, you made that motherfuckin' beat?

Ah nah, you ain't make that motherfucker

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Oh Lord, Jetson made another one

Nigga can't find no Act', so I'm sippin' on Wock' still

Ayy, these niggas ain't gettin' no money, just scored on a whole seal

I just spent this whole deal, on some codeine

I'm with some niggas that's down to kill

Bad bitch kept her mouth closed, so I flew her out again

New Glock, that bitch two-tone, it'll hit your house and kids

All this Oxy', I can't do wrong, niggas don't get high as this

And I'm rich as fuck, you knew that, might be where Obama is

Ayy, stick hit up his residence

All black Tahoe like the president

Bitch, just watch me do my murder dance

I just ran right through a hunnid bands

Bitch pass me a rubber band

My lil' brother just copped a new TEC

These hoes, they so toxic

They want my babies and I ain't even made it yet

In the back of the Maybach, countin' up racks

My new ho Off-White

Put that ho on Percs, we fuckin' all night

My ho, she too bad, she love that toxic life

And bitch, I love that fast shit

My white ho, yeah, that ho, she into fashion

We get money, nigga, better stop that flaggin'

Need to stop it, K split 'em like a fraction

Hunnids comin' in, so I keep on addin'

Keep a hit stick, bitch, but this ain't Madden

I don't know why they mad at me

My nigga, he poppin' all these Percs just like an addict

Might just go drop six racks on some codeine, gotta have it

Niggas know I'm shootin' shit, bitch, just like my dad did

Nigga, and it's still fuck 12 and fuck traffic

Ain't stoppin' at no red lights, bitch, that's what them racks did