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SpiffoMadeIt, haha Ho

Chorus: Foogiano
I remember when my teacher said that I wouldn't be shit
Now I'm rich, I can't wait 'til I see that stupid bitch Racks
Got these diamonds dancin' on my wrist and neck, I'm really?lit?Ice,?ice, ice, ice,?ice
Found out that?my nigga ain't my nigga, man, that boy a snitch Ho, ho
That shit lame as hell, nigga, I should get you hit
Yeah, I used to trick the slickest niggas with that counterfeit Slime
Ho, breakdown king, nigga, sack it up and mix
And I shoot you like the Knicks, yeah, I'm ballin' on a bitch

Verse 1: Foogiano
Yeah, I bet my teacher feel stupid Huh, I'm richer than a bitch Ho
Diamonds dancin' on my neck and wrist, don't forget fists Ice, ice, ice, ice, ice
Oh, and might as well just come on, add 'em, join on to my list Come on, ho
All the model bitches love me, say they love this dick
Remember when I'd come to class, you used to call me off Come here
Yeah, that's why I went and put these diamonds in my mouth In my mouth
Ho, don't forget I heard about ya, heard that you be snout, mmm
And I fucked that teacher pet, the one you crazy 'bout, ho
Yeah, bitch, it's the mayor, you said that I wouldn't be nothin' Ho
Got them millions, bitch Racks, and yeah, I got a hundred guns Ho
'Member when I told you that I was the chosen one Bitch
Now you lookin' stupid, yeah Dummy, your dumbass lookin' dumb Fool
Yeah, they kicked me out of school, I went straight to the block Why they do it, mmm
You used to ride by after school, you seen me with that Glock With the pole
You told me I'ma go to jail What or either I'ma die Why
But now I got this money Fool, I can put you in the sky Ho, ho

Chorus: Foogiano & Gucci Mane
I remember when my teacher said that I wouldn't be shit
Now I'm rich, I can't wait 'til I see that stupid bitch Racks
Got these diamonds dancing on my wrist and neck, I'm really lit Ice, ice, ice, ice, ice
Found out that my nigga ain't my nigga, man, that boy a snitch
That shit lame as hell, nigga, I should get you hit
Yeah, I used to trick the slickest niggas with that counterfeit Slime
Ho, breakdown king, nigga, sack it up and mix
And I shoot you like the Knicks, yeah, I'm ballin' on a bitch, ho It's Gucci

Verse 2: Gucci Mane
I don't play with pepper spray and I'm not tryna mace ya down No
This lemon squeeze and cheetah spray'll chase ya down like cheetah prey
Judge, he gave me three today, my head up like I beat the case Lord
Body counts, I'll lead the race, don't care nothin' what no preacher say No
I didn't have no free lunch, cuz, so I didn't get to eat today
Valley boys, we made you run, we made you use your feet today
Lookin' at me crazy, I'm knockin' out your teeth today
'Member they was scared of me, nobody would serve me Wow
Knowing it's a drought, and damn, I need a half a birdie Skrrt
Rumblin' in my school clothes and damn near got 'em dirty Well, damn
I put that boy in urgent care, he went in on a gurney Wow
I don't even tell the whole truth to my attorney Ho, Gucci

Chorus: Foogiano & Gucci Mane
I remember when my teacher said that I wouldn't be shit Wop
Now I'm rich, I can't wait 'til I see that stupid bitch Racks
Got these diamonds dancing on my wrist and neck, I'm really lit Ice, ice, ice, ice, ice
Found out that my nigga ain't my nigga, man, that boy a snitch
That shit lame as hell, nigga, I should get you hit Gucci
Yeah, I used to trick the slickest niggas with that counterfeit Slime
Ho, breakdown king, nigga, sack it up and mix
And I shoot you like the Knicks, yeah, I'm ballin' on a bitch, ho
Go, go