| Karltin
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| Apartments, now I got six figures
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| When it’s war we dig up old sticks
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| Cook this up
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| It’s hard to see you through these Cartier
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| I see through the bullshit and you hardly there
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| Got a problem, got a lawyer, make it go away
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| I don’t buy a pretty pistol just a throw away
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| Last month spent six figures (Ooh)
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| They mad if you rich if they ain’t rich with you
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| I only get down with my people
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| Foot is in the door, tired of starin' through the peephole
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| You can be my people, long as you not the people
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| We coming for the world, this shit is Doctor Evil
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| I don’t drink liquor, I don’t need a chaser
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| She use my Chase Card, I don’t chase her
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| Hundred dollar gram in the ashtray
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| Lord forgive me, I forgot about the bad days
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| Mindset made for a padded room
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| Born with a plastic spoon
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| Apartments, now I got six figures
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| I remember I ain’t had shit, nigga
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| When it’s war we dig up old sticks
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| And it’s raining, we ain’t worried 'bout no evidence
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| I don’t drink liquor, I’m a codeine chaser
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| Just be down with your niggas 'cause that’s how I was raised up
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| Kill a opp and kill him twice, I’m right back digging his grave up
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| The coupe is red like Spiderman but I still won’t save her, yeah
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| I don’t ever got to worry 'bout kickin' bitches out
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| 'Cause, ho, I hold the key, she never get to see my house (Yeah)
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| Growin' up, I ain’t tell on him, they took a different route
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| Come by yourself, don’t bring your mutts, I don’t really know your dawgs
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| On credit peoples hand out. |
| never see my paw
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| I run around with pocket rockets like I’m Chris Paul
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| I’m tryna fuck, she tryna rest but I can’t hit raw
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| Christian Dior, I like it fitted, I don’t do big and tall (Yeah)
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| I buy a break up Pandora meetings (Pandora meetings)
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| Two tennis bracelets just like Venus and Serena, yeah
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| In Palm Angels while he pull up in that demon (Pull up in that)
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| I pray free me (Yeah)
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| I put four karats in my ear like I’m vegan (Like I’m vegan)
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| Money counter with the room just like I’m leaning
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| They feel your blood on the low like anemic
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| Million-dollar nigga, she gotta pay me for my semen
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| Apartments, now I got six figures
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| I remember I ain’t had shit, nigga
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| When it’s war we dig up old sticks
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| And it’s raining, we ain’t worried 'bout no evidence
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| I don’t drink liquor, I’m a codeine chaser
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| Just be down with your niggas 'cause that’s how I was raised up
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| Kill a opp and kill him twice, I’m right back digging his grave up
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| The coupe is red like Spiderman but I still won’t save her, yeah
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| Pull up panoramic, don’t panic, yeah
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| I was hustlin' 'fore I signed to Atlantic records
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| My jewelry on, do you love me?
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| My jewelry on, don’t judge me, yeah
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| Trappin' ain’t dead, nah, man, that shit just need surgery, ayy
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| We servin' Fentanyl, then act like we in a hurry
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| Every day is a cash day
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| Want smoke like a ashtray
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| My lawyer paid, you can ask Chase
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| Stiff-arm a hoe I don’t ass chase
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| Can’t forget 'bout the bad days
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| I’m the hood general, you niggas round’s pitiful
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| 1600 block, all my niggas criminals, don’t do what we’ll do
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| Apartments, now I got six figures
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| I remember I ain’t had shit, nigga
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| When it’s war we dig up old sticks
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| And it’s raining, we ain’t worried 'bout no evidence
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| I don’t drink liquor, I’m a codeine chaser
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| Just be down with your niggas 'cause that’s how I was raised up
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| Kill a opp and kill him twice, I’m right back digging his grave up
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| The coupe is red like Spiderman but I still won’t save her, yeah |