A little PSA for the lot of y’all

Yes and it’s justified

You forget we're on the internet and what year it is lol

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You're right, everyone's retarded

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I like spamming Trap Queen by Fetty Wap, that one's a classic.

RGF productions

Remy Boyz, yah-ah

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I'm like "Hey, what's up? Hello"

Seen your pretty ass soon as you came in the door

I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll

Married to the money, introduced her to my stove

Showed her how to whip it, now she remixing for low

She my trap queen, let her hit the bando

We be counting up, watch how far them bands go

We just set a goal, talking matching Lambos

At 56 a gram, 5 a 100 grams though

Man, I swear I love her, how she work the damn pole

Hit the strip club, we be letting bands go

Everybody hating, we just call them fans, though

In love with the money, I ain't never letting go

And I get high with my baby

I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah

And I can ride with my baby

I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah

And I can ride with my baby

I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah

And I can ride with my baby

I be in the kitchen cooking pies

I'm like, "Hey, what's up? Hello"

I hit the strip with my trap queen, 'cause all we know is bands

I just might snatch up a 'Rari and buy my boo a Lamb'

I might just snatch her a necklace, drop a couple on a ring

She ain't wanting for nothing because I got her everything

It's big ZooWap from the bando

Remind me where I can't go

Remy Boyz got the stamp though

Count up hella them bands though

Boy how far can your bands go?

Fetty Wap, I'm living fifty thousand K how I stand though

If you checking for my pockets I'm like…

And I get high with my baby

I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah

And I can ride with my baby

I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah

And I can ride with my baby

I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah

And I can ride with my baby

I be in the kitchen cooking pies

I'm like, "Hey, what's up? Hello"

Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in the door

I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll

Married to the money, introduced her to my stove

Showed her how to whip it, now she remixing for low

She my trap queen, let her hit the bando

We be counting up, watch how far them bands go

We just set a goal, talking matching Lambos

At 56 a gram, 5 a 100 grams though

Man, I swear I love her how she work the damn pole

Hit the strip club, we be letting bands go

Everybody hating, we just call them fans though

In love with the money, I ain't never letting go

I be smoking dope and you know Backwoods what I roll

Remy Boyz, Fetty eating shit up, that's fasho

I'll run in ya house, then I'll fuck your hoe

'Cause Remy Boyz or nothing

Re-Re-Remy Boyz or nothing

[Nitt Da Gritt:]

(She my trap queen)

Yeah, you hear my boy

(She my trap queen)

Sounding like a zillion bucks on the track

(She my trap queen)

I got whatever on my boy, whatever

(And I get high with my baby)

Put your money where your mouth is

Money on the wood make the game go good

Money out of sight cause fights

Put up or shut up, huh?

Nitt Da Gritt, RGF Production