| Krinny
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| Ayy, ayy
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| They think that we won’t be shit
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| So we gonna pull up in some fast whips
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| Yeah, they think that we won’t be shit
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| So we gonna pull up in some fast whips
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| Pretty pack now I’m lifted
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| Yeah, we smoking rocket ships
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| And my gang gothic
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| But we got Gucci in our closets
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| Weird boy ballin'
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| Yeah, I feel like Dennis Rodman
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| And if you hatin', you ain’t with the shits
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| I know I ain’t no lyricist
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| But, bitch, get over it
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| I know that you feelin' this
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| Yeah, they tryna stop me
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| I’m getting bucks like Milwaukee
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| Two coffee cups but no coffee
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| She ask me if I’ma die, I said, «Prolly»
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| Yeah, they think that we won’t be shit
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| So we gonna pull up in some fast whips
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| Pretty pack now I’m lifted
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| Yeah, we smoking rocket ships
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| Cut my veins watch me bleed
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| Drugs ain’t a want, that’s a need
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| Try to fucking tell them
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| Bitch, I’m just flossing
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| Yeah, I got the flavor
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| Could fuck your bitch now or later
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| Flexed up on a hater
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| Ayy, pull up in a fast whip
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| Ayy |