| Six Europeans crib looking like a car lot
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| Beach my old bitches want me, but they all blocked
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| Whole plug want to get down, but they all hot
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| You say you outside you surrounded by a mall cop
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| Dizzy from the gin shot, tennis with the big rock
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| Bitches be grimy, pussy smell like gym socks
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| It’s a ganger, I just let my nuts hang
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| I killed a whole bottle, took a pill fuck pain
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| I blew a bag on ice, I had to upgrade
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| Just can’t kick the cubby, love the way the mud taste
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| Pin-stripped wood grain, I’m staring at the floor light
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| Black out drunk in my bunk, I miss tour life
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| Wiz put me on it’s much deeper than the rap check
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| Baby Yoda in the vibe that’s a bag flex
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| Taylor Gang we get higher than yall
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| Plus we supply it get the buyers involved
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| If you need it, I got it, just what you, want
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| No need, to hold out, what you waitin, for
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| Puff puff pass that show me where the cash at
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| Puff puff pass that show me where the cash at
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| Bout who get the most, not who get the fastest
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| Slowin down, the wrong move and you at risk
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| People heard my new shit I gotta practice it
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| Rolls Royce back it in, phone full of actresses
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| Used to get caught for trafficking
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| Now Berner and I roll up and flick our ash at them
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| No we don’t give a fuck about a hater
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| I need mine not later, might sound underrated
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| That’s just because you haven’t seen my bank statement
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| Keep my hat low, eyes too cause I’m faded
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| Want to meet with the boss then you gotta make arrangements
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| Bitch please, which one picked keys
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| Foreign bank, offshore swiss cheese
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| Hustle never sleep seven days a week
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| Call it how I see it all my niggas eat
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| If you need it, I got it, just what you, want
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| Puff puff pass that show me where the cash at |