| Ayy, I just got some ice in my veins
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| And a Rollie on the wrist, I need some ice on the face
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| I just made twice what you make
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| Tryna get it how I really live life every day
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| I just wanna put on for my hitters
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| Go and get the bag, go secure it with my niggas, ayy
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| Ayy, I just got some ice in my veins
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| And a Rollie on the wrist, I need some ice on the face
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| I just made twice what you made
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| Tryna get it how I really live life every day
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| I just wanna put on for my hitters
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| Go and get the bag, go secure it with my niggas, ayy
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| Gettin' hella high like a hang-glide
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| You be busy bein' broke, we are not the same kind
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| We be killin' shit, don’t debate why
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| Fuck around, I jump around this bitch
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| Yeah I get crazy, yeah let’s go
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| Every sixteen I hop on, it’s TKO
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| Told Asiyah I won’t quit until my pockets fat and swole
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| She wanna go throw it back, I’m grabbin' all on that ass
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| Slide all through East Oakland, you know that I be speedin' fast, ayy
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| I gotta get to that bag, yeah that way
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| Pull up to the Telly, escorted by valet |
| Had to go and just switch up my lifestyle
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| Word around the streets that I’m the one that they gon' talk 'bout
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| Suckers talkin' shit but always barkin' what they not 'bout
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| Hit you with this drakie when I bouce out
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| Uh, tell my daughter I’m trying
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| To give you the world, and a neck full of diamonds, yeah
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| I just got some ice in my veins
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| And a Rollie on the wrist, I need some ice on the face
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| I just made twice what you make
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| Tryna get it how I really live life every day
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| I just wanna put on for my hitters
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| Go and get the bag, go secure it with my niggas, ayy
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| Ayy, I just got some ice in my veins
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| And a Rollie on the wrist, I need some ice on the face
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| I just made twice what you made
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| Tryna get it how I really live life every day
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| I just wanna put on for my hitters
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| Go and get the bag, go secure it with my niggas, ayy
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| I be fuckin' on two girls at the same time
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| My other bitch jealous, I had to put that shit on FaceTime
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| We be killin' shit don’t debate why
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| Fuck around, I jump around this bitch with this chopper and let it go |
| Big stacks, big bags, I’ma run it up fast
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| They gon' see, I be dipped everywhere I be at
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| I’m a dog on these girls, I gotta be
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| I done seen a lot of shit, can’t get the devil off of me
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| That’s obsolete, we smoke a lot of weed, we call it broccoli
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| I got bitches on my line, can’t keep these bitches off of me, ayy
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| I gotta get to that bag, yeah that way
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| Pull up to the Telly, escorted by valet
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| Had to go and just switch up my lifestyle
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| Word around the streets that I’m the one that they gon' talk 'bout
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| Uh, told my mama I’m trying
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| To give her the world, and a neck full of diamonds, yeah
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| I just got some ice in my veins
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| And a Rollie on the wrist, I need some ice on the face
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| I just made twice what you make
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| Tryna get it how I really live life every day
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| I just wanna put on for my hitters
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| Go and get the bag, go secure it with my niggas, ayy
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| Ayy, I just got some ice in my veins
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| And a Rollie on the wrist, I need some ice on the face
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| I just made twice what you made
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| Tryna get it how I really live life every day |
| I just wanna put on for my hitters
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| Go and get the bag, go secure it with my niggas, ayy |