| Ayy, see, that’s what the fuck I’m talking 'bout
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| (G, I think we got one)
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| I was just telling Sean, Sean, bro
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| I can’t fuck no basic bitch
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| Stop calling my fucking phone, bruh, I ain’t tryna hear that shit
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| Woke up like a new man
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| Walked outside in my New York Street Vans
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| Like now, it a big man, ayy
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| Get my ex sad, I turned my ass to a big man
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| TSA stopped us in Vegas
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| Too much ice, they can’t believe that we made it
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| Old niggas on my dick, they invaded
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| Just mad 'cause your shit is not bumping, just save it, woah
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| Yeezys, I’m keeping it basic
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| When we stroll through your block, we leaving it vacant
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| I’m an east side nigga, please don’t mistake
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| And your girl sent a text, told her, «Happy belated»
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| Oh my God
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| Rockstar nigga, I live according
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| Need for speed demon, I been roaring
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| I’m on the eway, a thief in the night, bitch, good morning
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| We the type of niggas pull out the ice while it’s storming (What?)
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, man, tap in
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| Ah yeah, he ain’t know we make it happen (Woah)
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| Ah yeah, you brought a knife, you need a MAC-10
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| Bop-bop, bitch, goodnight, sweet dreams like Marilyn Manson
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| That boy just made a mistake
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| This my shit, I can’t even decay
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| I’m one hundred, these hoes a disgrace
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| Can you please stay the fuck out my face?
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| Captain save-a-ho, need him a cape
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| In that Lambo', do you want to race?
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| Put my pedal down, smash on the brake, and that kid bought a shark with the
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| grapes, woah
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| How that nigga, he hating from the bleachers? |
| (How?)
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| I’m on the court, and bitch, I still got my heater, woah
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| 24 on the back of my sneakers
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| She was a good-ass girl, I turned her to an eater
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| That money is coming in various
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| This cash got my world on Aquarius
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| Talking down, this and that, it’s hilarious
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| I’m the king of my city, I carry it
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| It was beef so I had to go bury it
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| We sweep through your block like a terrorist
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| Feel like Heath, why the fuck you so serious?
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| Tell that nigga pipe down, boy, you barely lit
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| Hit a bone with a bag, hit it straight from the back
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| Bitch, I’m royal, I need me a chariot
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| Ain’t no cheapskate for you, I ain’t tryna impress
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| I’ma take that lil' bitch to the Marriot
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| Ain’t no playing for keeps, bitch, it’s up and it’s stuck
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| I’m in love with the game, I’ma marry it
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| Hundred guns if he wanted to carry us
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| Me and gang like the fast and the furious
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| He love talking that shit on the 'Gram
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| When I pop out and see him, he really the scariest
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| And your diamonds ain’t blinking enough
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| Boy, you stupid, you should’ve just got it from Elliot
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| Yellow diamonds like piss, I R. Kelly’d it
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| Me and Frosty bringing all of the action
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| John 'bout to pour a four of some medicine
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| Triple-seven, bitch, I told her I’m heaven-sent
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| Big show on a nigga
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| And it’s primetime, I’m way too booted up
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| Told my bro-bro, «Hold on, we moving up»
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| We in the mode, nigga, go ahead and screw it up
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| With my mask on, I feel like Freddy’s son
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| Too many vibes and I said it
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| I think I need me a medic
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| Chilling on nothing pathetic
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| You niggas living pathetic
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| He wanna steal my aesthetic
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| Pull up, I make you regret it
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| Two Glocks, these bitches magnetic
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| We turn your ass diabetic
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| I seen your bitch on my 'Gram
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| She was DMing me but I left it and read it
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| I did your bitch-ass a favor
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| You really my son, this shit is poetic
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| We going 24/7, I’m up through the night, it’s in my genetics
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| I’m in the corner with nobody on me, lil' bitch, I’m shooting like Redick
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| Woke up in this primetime, lil' bitch, let’s do it, yeah
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| Please don’t steal my sunshine, I’m way too moody, yeah
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| Walking through the rain, Rick Owens on me, I’m groovy, yeah
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| I’m stomping in the puddles, big 30 on me, I’m shooting, yeah
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| TSA stopped us in Vegas
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| Too much ice, they can’t believe that we made it
|
| Old niggas on my dick, they invaded
|
| Just made 'cause your shit is not bumping, just save it, woah
|
| Yeezys, I’m keeping it basic
|
| When we stroll through your block, we leaving it vacant
|
| I’m an east side nigga, please don’t mistake
|
| And your girl sent a text, told her, «Happy belated»
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| Oh my God
|
| Rockstar nigga, I live according
|
| Need for speed demon, I been roaring
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| I’m on the eway, a thief in the night, bitch, good morning
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| We the type of niggas pull out the ice while it’s storming
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| Oh yeah
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| Woah |