| Your bitch in my kitchen, she snorting
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| The lean I’m pouring, I’m snoring
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| I’m making them plays in Delaware
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| Versace, Medusa my underwear
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| Your bitch in my kitchen, she snorting
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| The lean I’m pouring, I’m snoring
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| I’m making them plays in Delaware
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| Versace, Medusa my underwear
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| Shoot a fuck nigga, better have healthcare
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| Don’t trap on the block if you don’t live there
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| The trap be jumping and bucking
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| The fiends they run in, the money keep coming
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| Shoot a fuck nigga, better have healthcare
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| Don’t trap on the block if you don’t live there
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| The trap be jumping and bucking
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| The fiends they run in, the money keep coming
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| I had a condo at fifteen
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| My guns they all machines
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| It’s twenty chickens in the kitchen
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| My girl cook like Paula Dean
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| My bitch ball off the leash
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| It’s blue and platinum seats
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| I got the hook up with the cook up
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| Plus I move them Master P’s
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| Twenty-five lighters on my dresser
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| Yes I dress up all my roster
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| Exterior plain jane but you can see the hole inside
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| These youngsters poppin' mollys
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| My shooters smoking D’s
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| And they got clovers on they shoulders
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| So you know they shoot for free
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| Codeine in my Fanta
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| Molly all on my tounge
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| That pistol off on my right side
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| That purple all in my lungs
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| Keep a strap with a chopper like Mad Max
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| Trap house mad stacked, where the cash at
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| Fuck nigga better duck like Aflac
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| ‘cause I’m chasing the cheese like a lab rat
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| East side, I’m from there
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| So you know that I sold my drugs there
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| Got a bad bitch from England
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| She got an attitude and long hair
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| I can get a whole brick on that scale nigga
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| Bitch I’m fresh out of jail nigga
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| Beat a gun charge and made bail nigga
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| On probation blowing L’s nigga
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| Your bitch in my kitchen, she snorting
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| The lean I’m pouring, I’m snoring
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| I’m making them plays in Delaware
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| Versace, Medusa my underwear
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| Your bitch in my kitchen, she snorting
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| The lean I’m pouring, I’m snoring
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| I’m making them plays in Delaware
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| Versace, Medusa my underwear
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| Shoot a fuck nigga, better have healthcare
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| Don’t trap on the block if you don’t live there
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| The trap be jumping and bucking
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| The fiends they run in, the money keep coming
|
| Shoot a fuck nigga, better have healthcare
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| Don’t trap on the block if you don’t live there
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| The trap be jumping and bucking
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| The fiends they run in, the money keep coming
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| My underwear, you know we got money here
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| So if you act funny here
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| And run off with bread
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| Nigga I aim at your head, nigga we got them
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| Fuck with the Migos
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| They say they got kilos
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| I’m calling my nigga named Offset
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| You know he with Quavo
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| Shootin' out the window
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| Why the fuck you ain’t duck?
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| You see me fly by nigga
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| And you seen a lot of these movies
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| Stupid, you know about a drive-by nigga
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| You would think I was a trap nigga
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| Nah, I’m getting money off of rap nigga
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| I don’t gotta touch no drugs
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| In the club, get your head money wrapped nigga
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| I don’t got a lot of these hoes
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| Bitch look in the sky, it’s rainin' them fifties and hundreds
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| I love it
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| Money is stacking and stacking, it’s crazy
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| So every time I take your bitch out she tell me she love it
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| It’s funny |