| You know I’m from the street
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| Straight at em
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| Baking soda, water splash it
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| Pack it fuck it cook it baptist
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| Graduated flip my tassle
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| Razor blade used to knock it
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| Rubberband thousand stack em
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| Roll another one and pass it
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| Gas bag saran wrapped em
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| Get em in your boy, I’ll test him
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| Get it here, no wait no hassle
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| We got xanny bars and capsules
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| Went to nieman,
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| Bloomingdale, Chanel, Apple
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| Jetting on the latest Apple
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| See my diamond when I dapple
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| Dippin dabbin stupid swagger
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| Louie loafer Gucci service
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| Bought my bitch some fendi sandals-
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| Sound the same-
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| Reggie drink in Fanta’s chug it can he want a sample
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| Bun number nine camper
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| Police snatch me but no answer
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| Bitch I jet here raise my standards
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| Thirty thousand dollar gamble
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| Juggin servin through Atlanta
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| Take them racks and stack it
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| Vacuum seal 'em, bow blender
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| Beaker fuck with the pressor, hit em
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| Double wrapped saran send em
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| But my country man spent em
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| He bought eight of my ten (of) em
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| I got on Balmain Denim
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| Ten grand for these instrumental
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| Point the shit right at your temple
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| Pussy boy bitch watching temper
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| I can’t hear what I lack, temper
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| I been rich since I remember
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| I done stashed em in the filler
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| I done crashed and wrecked the rental
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| Fuck it paid an incidental
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| I stayed at the Ritz Carlton for the whole September
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| Saint Regis Bankroll greed and
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| How you doin this evening
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| I got fifty on me easy
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| All these bitches that’s sleezy
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| All these niggas jury cheesy
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| Rap back nigga, make believin
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| I’m on 20 and I’m weaving
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| Cuz she suckin and I’m skeetin |