| No coachella for me, no coachella for me
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| I’m stuck in the trap, no coachella for me
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| I got work coming in, no coachella for me
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| I can’t leave the hood cuz my phone clickin'
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| No coachella for me
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| No coachella for me, no coachella for me
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| My momma, she told me her rent is due, no coachella for me
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| No coachella for me, no coachella for me
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| Sellin' a key, no coachella for me
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| No coachella for me, watch yo head in these streets
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| I’m stuck in new york, tryna break down a key
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| We can bottle a backet, all these models are smashin'
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| Fill my pocket with magnums, 100 choppas just to blast some
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| Cuttin' dough to coachella
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| Came up on some coke, it’s whateva
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| Crimson me killin' that stage, if I was dope, I’d be 9 or betta
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| 50 dreams in the jam sports, cuz I fuck with yo main thot
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| Shaving and baggin', my hands salt
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| Ova that work, knock yo man off
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| I’m just pimpin' and whippin' and whippin'
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| And whippin' and whippin' and whippin' and whippin'
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| In the kitchen, the studio back to the kitchen
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| They look at me different
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| If that money be missin', yo honey be missin'
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| My stomach just itchin'
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| Cuz I’m hungry, you bitchin'
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| You run in yo house with no luggage, I’m trippin'
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| (Why you ain’t go to coachella?)
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| She ask why we ain’t go together
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| That bitch was a ho when I met her
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| Left her make up over my polo sweater
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| Pop the fofo beretta
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| I’m like manolo, I might hit yo sister
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| Bend that bitch ova, I will neva kiss her
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| Strapped up fo' war, I’ll go in on whoeva
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| Bubble like crack, she got a bubble that’s fat
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| I be with gusties and traps
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| Act like they hate me, but love me in fact
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| I got hitters that don’t give a fuck about rap
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| Couldn’t go to coachella, I was out swiping in soho with heather
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| I’d play the cars, she’d go in the store
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| We got enough but we gon' get some more
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| I had a bitch but don’t want her no more
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| It’s back to the kitchen, we come off on tour
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| I could do louies, do ninas, do bloomies
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| And that’s off a day in the trap
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| I hate to do a 3 to 6 with this pistol
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| But fuck it, it’s right on my lap
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| Maybe next year I could make it a promise
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| I wanted to go, my neighbor’s in love with this coke
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| Woah! |