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Fuck with Remy, you get shot |
You can't hang around my way, I keep my bullets in my Glock |
I just checked out Cardi's bill, turns out she's rich, she's rich, she's rich |
I put my gun above my hip, i bet you dip, she dip, he dip |
Look, I might just shoot up young Nick, i might just pull out the stick |
Y'all know that I'm filthy rich, and this song gon' be a hit |
I don't mind you just a bit, I'm like Cardi B 'cause i quit a lick ('cause i quit a lick, lick) |
(Mmm) |
[Verse 3] |
Had to let these felons know, just in case these hoes forgot |
I'm the baddest inmate on parole since 1985 (five, 1985) |
Ayy, i don't dance now, i make felon moves |
Said i don't gotta dance, i make felon moves |
If I see you and touch my gun, just know bullets is flying too |
I'm an inmate, you a worker, worker, i make felon moves, Remy |