| Ever since I got bags, yeah, they been on my dick
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| Ever since I got swag, yeah, they jump on my ship
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| Everyday pushin' muscle, yeah, I don’t go to no gym
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| When I walk through, leave puddles, yeah, all I do is swim
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| (Swim, swim, swim, swim, swim) Pockets out of shape (Shape)
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| Got a kilo on my neck, yeah, sorry for the weight (Weight)
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| And I had to throw these bands, know that nigga heavyweight (Racks)
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| And I want it more, no less, yeah, I don’t take no breaks
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| Brand new foreign goin' «Beep, beep» (Beep)
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| Runnin' up this game, we got the cheat sheet (Cheat sheet)
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| We go back to back like my CCs (Back)
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| I got cabbage patch, I got seaweed (Rack)
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| Run up rack, rack, rack on the briefly (Yeah)
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| Skrrt, skrrt in the back of the foreign, the backseat gon' recline back
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| Run up my racks when I’m tourin', I’m never gon' get this time back (Time)
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| 40 pointers in my chain, that’s what I’m talkin' 'bout (What I’m talkin' 'bout)
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| Told you this ain’t no game, man, coach call timeout (Time)
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| Still talkin' down online, you need to sign out (Yeah)
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| I can never be no jank, I made up my mind 'bout
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| Ever since I got bags, yeah, they been on my dick
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| Ever since I got swag, yeah, they jump on my ship
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| Everyday pushin' muscle, yeah, I don’t go to no gym
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| When I walk through, leave puddles, yeah, all I do is swim
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| (Swim, swim, swim, swim, swim) Pockets out of shape (Shape)
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| Got a kilo on my neck, yeah, sorry for the weight (Weight)
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| And I had to throw these bands, know that nigga heavyweight (Racks)
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| And I want it more, no less, yeah, I don’t take no breaks
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| Runnin' it back like avoidin' the sack, keep me a shooter that got it attached
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| (Yeah)
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| I know one day I’ll be catchin' that rat, one in his leg and then one in his ab
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| (Pew, pew, oh yeah)
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| All of this spendin' while makin' a stack, all of these bitches is makin' me
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| mad (Mad)
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| Got all these stripes like I’m wearing the plaid, speakin' no English,
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| you wearin' a badge (Yeah)
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| And I can’t even add all this money in my hand (Yeah)
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| Too many poles, never ran, took the measures in my hands (Racks, racks, yeah)
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| And I can’t even add all this money in my hand (Can't)
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| Too many trips, where do I land? |
| Hop out the PJ into a Lamb' (Yeah)
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| That ain’t no stack, it’s minimal flex, stumble on racks, now I’m watchin' my
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| step (Arriba)
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| Drive the Bugatti, it fly like a jet, I walk on this beat like a pimp with a
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| limp (Yeah)
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| Shoot at his dog like I work at the vet, green light is on, keep one in the
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| head (Pew, pew)
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| Pourin' me up, yeah, I’m sippin' the red, that money go long, sleep when I’m
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| dead (Yeah, yeah)
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| Ever since I got bags, yeah, they been on my dick
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| Ever since I got swag, yeah, they jump on my ship
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| Everyday pushin' muscle, yeah, I don’t go to no gym
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| When I walk through, leave puddles, yeah, all I do is swim
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| (Swim, swim, swim, swim, swim) Pockets out of shape (Shape)
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| Got a kilo on my neck, yeah, sorry for the weight (Weight)
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| And I had to throw these bands, know that nigga heavyweight (Racks)
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| And I want it more, no less, yeah, I don’t take no breaks |