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I ain't jackin these niggas, call Jill

She call on me, she lookin for a thrill

I could put on a fleece and it'd be cold still

Metropolis drip, I give em oil spills

Ain't like these cats, they dying on Hill's

To think we foes but can't afford real

Blow a bag at Saks off Instagram reels

Can't cut no slack, cause this is ordeals

Pull up on da opps, hello

Off tops, hello

Bitches flock, hello

Niggas wock, hello

Cream of the crop, hello

…

And it ain't gon stop, hello

Pull up on da opps, hello

Off tops, hello

Bitches flock, hello

Niggas wock, hello

Cream of the crop, hello

…

And we ain't gon stop, hello

(Hello?)

(Okay)

Independo

No support from the kin tho

Black widow

5% on the window

It make sense (huh)

maybe not to many men though

He don't want none

Ima have to check his chin tho

I'm the chef I got the recipe

And I ain't letting scorned minds get the best of me

I'm more inclined to the work

Not the ecstasy

It seem like God is on my side the way he blessin me

Pull up on da opps, hello

Off tops, hello

Bitches flock, hello

Niggas wock, hello

Cream of the crop, hello

…

And it ain't gon stop, hello

Pull up on da opps, hello

Off tops, hello

Bitches flock, hello

Niggas wock, hello

Cream of the crop, hello

…

And we ain't gon stop, hello