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[Chorus] What the fuck a nigga mean? Bitches treat me like a king You can call me Mr. Clean I just lied to your hoe Put on autotune and told her I can really sing Run up on me I’ma squeeze Packin’, count the back end Then we leave Fuck the show money, that ain’t no money I make more money sellin’ P’s
[Verse] Thank the Lord he blessed me with another plug So you know I ran off on my other plug I mix the low ball with OG and drop the ticket They come get it, I run it up My niggas be hatin’, I smell it on em I'm duckin’ and dodgin’ felonies I would just pull up broad day and start blowin’ at you But I know they gonna tell on me I left in a rental car, had about twenty on me But came back with just money on me I’m fucking these bitches, she just won’t stop squirtin’ on me She be suckin’ and slurpin’ on me Call up the DaBaby and tell ‘em, stop shittin’ on me All this sauce, it be drippin’ on me See me in person and said he look different don't he Saw my pictures, put kisses on ‘em Can’t fuck with niggas ‘cause niggas be switchin’ on me I always saw the bitch in homie I’m in the mall with my daughter in flip flops But I still got a pistol on me I bow my head everyday, I know God with me But I still keep the rod with me Two forties feel like the mob with me Fuck what they talkin’ bout - I be like
[Chorus] What the fuck a nigga mean? Bitches treat me like a king You can call me Mr. Clean I just lied to your hoe Put on autotune and told her I can really sing Run up on me I’ma squeeze Packin’, count the back end Then we leave Fuck the show money, that ain’t no money I make more money sellin’ P’s