| BYP, BYP, BYP, BYP
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| Ooo, Ooo, Ooo
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| BYP
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| Act like you don’t know
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| Rolling weed, always blowing smoke
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| Fresh as fuck, in clothes you never seen
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| That’s 3 bands, another another 2 on them jeans
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| Denim down, I come from D. C
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| Beanie rolled, and you know we cuff our jeans
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| Say «kill moe», I be repping Cawker Ave
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| On a Monday Diet starting going bad
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| Brought a new necklace
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| I wanted the diamonds
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| Step in the club and you know I be shinning
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| Stacking this paper lil boy
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| I been grinding
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| They want attention they not my mind
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| Looking at deals like which one I’mma sign
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| I can’t fuck around wasting my time
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| Gucci durag
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| Flex
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| Pull up in the beamer jet
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| I pull up and hop out the beamer
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| I’m handsome with money I’m cleaner
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| I’m young and I’m getting a bag
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| I’m living my life and they mad
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| I’m laughing I’m getting this work
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| Patience when you come in first
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| The money come like I rehearsed
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| You moving backwards you reversed
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| Got damn my city got bounce
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| D.C. be the land of the chop
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| Solbed out gun shot rock block
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| Beat feet, no milly rock
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| On 14th blow out smoke
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| See bad bitches I know
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| 3118 them dudes
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| And we ain’t got shit to prove
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| I hop in the beamer and dash
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| Andrew crews popping tags
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| Don’t come to me to without a bag
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| She bad and she got hella ass
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| Ice on my neck
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| Thats a glazier
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| My denim be coming from Asia
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| I like her but no i won’t save her
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| I’m indie but I’m going major
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| I pull up and hop out the beamer
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| I’m handsome with money I’m cleaner
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| I’m young and I’m getting a bag
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| I’m living my life and they mad
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| I’m laughing I’m getting this work
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| Patience when you come in first
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| The money come like I rehearsed
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| You moving backwards you reversed |