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Hol up wait bit run it back

(It's wavyrare)

Hol up wait bit run it back

Pop out to hop out the punch

Big Jodie he fell out the ugh

(We Make Good Music)

They all wanted platinum cookies

But now it's chocolate runtz

I hop out I pop wit a gun

Big Jodie eat her up for lunch

They all wanted platinum cookies

But now it's chocolate runtz

I pop out I hop wit a gun

Big Jodie eat her up for lunch

Betta come get yo bitch

For I come hit her for a lick

Jodie Jo back on his shit

Jodie Jo always in his shit

Diamond clutter the neck

Hollow Teflon Vest

I needed a high return

So I went out and invest

In something nice like pussy

She poppin it

She ain't lookin

Giving top and wiping snot

Coming straight outta the box

My diamonds too bright get exhaust

It's not no pressure at all

WMGM

We taking a dub when we lost

I wouldn't take advice from none of y'all

Get the fuck back bitch run along

For my birthday I shop wit a hundred on

Top of the world getting gobbled on

Vodka and sprite a spritzer

We keep fuckin in the sprinter

I had to do a lot to get wit her

She poppin her shit in fenty

Off white topless gettin it in

I walk wit a money limp

She talkin funny after I hit

I was talkin to gods and demons

Talking about the reason all my niggas committed treason

Reason I'll believe em

Close to seein

They all wanted platinum cookies

But now it's chocolate runtz

I pop out I hop wit a gun

Big Jodie eat her up for lunch

They all wanted platinum cookies

But now it's chocolate runtz

I hop out I pop wit a gun

Big Jodie eat her up for lunch

Lunch

Keep applying pressure

Stay on these nigga necks

Don't play no game wit em

You can't stop now

This shit go crazy