| It’s just us, never them
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| Look all into the ends
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| Let me act like they my friends, but I know it is pretend
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| I’m ridin' lowkey in a Benz
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| They think that 'cause they wearing VLONE that that make us friends
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| But it’s us, never them, us, never them
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| It’s just us, never them
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| It’s just us, never them, us, never them
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| It’s just us, never them
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| Check, check, yo
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| Look, look
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| I ain’t the same when I’m sober
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| Prolly got a chip on my shoulder
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| Still mad at my old link 'cause it’s over
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| I want a matte black frog, not a Rover
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| I don’t do dirt, got a soldier
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| And he got it on him, no holster
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| Drink cold, but my neck colder
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| I don’t need a boss or an older, yeah
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| I ain’t the same when I’m sober
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| Prolly got a chip on my shoulder
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| Still mad at my old link 'cause it’s over
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| I want a matte black frog, not a Rover
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| I don’t do dirt, got a soldier
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| And he got it on him, no holster
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| Drink cold, but my neck colder
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| I don’t need a boss or an older, yeah
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| Yak in my cup and it’s fizzy
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| Always on the hunt for the Lizzy
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| Girls didn’t wanna see me
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| But they wanna see me now 'cause they see me with Drizzy
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| I’m in Los Angeles drunk
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| 200 dollars on lunch
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| Boy you’re a prick, you’re a punk
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| VLONE when I crunk, no foul when I dunk
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| Fertile gyal with the soft skin
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| 'Dem tings lookin' like mums
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| I ain’t pullin' out when I splash that
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| This girl’s gettin' that cum
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| You said I was broke and you lied
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| I just put a whip on my ice
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| I want a Lamb' not a Range
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| If I get a Range 'den I’m givin' it to Nyge
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| I ain’t the same when I’m sober
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| Prolly got a chip on my shoulder
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| Still mad at my old link 'cause it’s over
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| I want a matte black frog, not a Rover
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| I don’t do dirt, got a soldier
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| And he got it on him, no holster
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| Drink cold, but my neck colder
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| I don’t need a boss or an older, yeah
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| I ain’t the same when I’m sober
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| Prolly got a chip on my shoulder
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| Still mad at my old link 'cause it’s over
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| I want a matte black frog, not a Rover
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| I don’t do dirt, got a soldier
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| And he got it on him, no holster
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| Drink cold, but my neck colder
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| I don’t need a boss or an older, yeah
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| I don’t wanna link and build
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| 'Cause man you got no skill
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| Pour my cup to the top 'til it’s filled
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| When I rinse out it smell like a pill
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| Said she can’t get enough of the thrill
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| Gotta end the show, told her backstage where she can sit and can chill
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| She said «Oh my God thank you for real»
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| Told her no pics on her Instagram 'cause my girl lurking for real
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| If she find you, I swear she gon' kill
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| But she took the risk still
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| I’m helping her straight out her heels
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| When we go out she pay for the bill
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| In the bed I treat her like my meal
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| That shit got me harder than steel
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| I ain’t the same when I’m sober
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| Prolly got a chip on my shoulder
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| Still mad at my old link 'cause it’s over
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| I want a matte black frog, not a Rover
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| I don’t do dirt, got a soldier
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| And he got it on him, no holster
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| Drink cold, but my neck colder
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| I don’t need a boss or an older, yeah
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| I ain’t the same when I’m sober
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| Prolly got a chip on my shoulder
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| Still mad at my old link 'cause it’s over
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| I want a matte black frog, not a Rover
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| I don’t do dirt, got a soldier
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| And he got it on him, no holster
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| Drink cold, but my neck colder
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| I don’t need a boss or an older, yeah
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| Story up, story up
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| Run it back again cause it’s not something adding up
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| Think it’s funny how I never give a fuck
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| When they think of me, yeah I had to switch it up
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| Yeah, I know
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| A flex behind every story that I told
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| Did it with no notice, I just had to touch road
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| Nod at the gems even though that I know
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| Still doing this for my…
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| I ain’t the same when I’m sober
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| Prolly got a chip on my shoulder
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| Still mad at my old link 'cause it’s over
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| I want a matte black frog, not a Rover
|
| I don’t do dirt, got a soldier
|
| And he got it on him, no holster
|
| Drink cold, but my neck colder
|
| I don’t need a boss or an older, yeah
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| I ain’t the same when I’m sober
|
| Prolly got a chip on my shoulder
|
| Still mad at my old link 'cause it’s over
|
| I want a matte black frog, not a Rover
|
| I don’t do dirt, got a soldier
|
| And he got it on him, no holster
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| Drink cold, but my neck colder
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| I don’t need a boss or an older, yeah
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| Cookin' up a jawn like
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| Nyge |