| I got a vibe, revive
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| Drippin' since knee high
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| My demons don’t sleep at night
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| then baby it right
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| And it blew my mind, they change up over night
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| Not with my new vibe, ain’t even felt that bitch
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| Oh I felt evil
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| At night, that’s when she called
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| Ain’t scared about no opps, they roll wit'
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| big smoke, 44 out that window
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| Lean out, slap man, like bingo
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| Fell in love with the whole store
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| Kitchen stories they untold
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| Manufacture, manufacture, uh, we in the bando takin' off
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| Cooking the kitchen, stick in the car
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| Give me th top, smoke this, take me to Mars, uh
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| Pop my shit, imma drop my shit, it’s gonna tak me far, uh
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| like, uh, uh
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| You don’t want smoke nah, nah, nah
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| My broski got a body in the car
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| And they see he a kidnapper
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| And for all of this pain, I’m pourin' up
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| I feel it floating up in my gut
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| (Lean up in my gut)
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| Blood diamond, rollin' wit' the forty we gon' fly 'em
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| And I’m wit' my broski, you know we slidin'
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| Get back gang, free my broski doing been time
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| Grab wit' a tek, tek, tek
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| Baby girl I just want the neck, neck, neck, neck
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| I’m steppin' wit' my bros he get 'em, wet, wet
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| I’m rollin' wit' my broski, we don’t chess press
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| Nine up in this fire, leave your bench wet
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| new to me said, flew to me
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| Kill tech, 223s
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| Diamonds on me regular, keep 'em talkin' make it hard to breathe
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| 4's on the field 'cause I, Offset and Cardi B
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| Would you leave me, no don’t tell me you need me
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| Yeah you locked up waitin' to phone home like E. T
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| Wrist get back gang
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| Had to stretch one at the red light, shoulda switched that lane
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| that tell me that you love me and don’t mean it
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| I drive repenting 'cause I pulled up in the Demon
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| Private lifestyle
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| Diamonds can’t fake
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| Cancún for all this jewelry to be forgave
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| Blood diamond, rollin' wit' the forty we gon' fly 'em
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| And I’m wit' my broski, you know we slidin'
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| Get back gang, free my broski doing been time
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| Grab wit' a tek, tek, tek
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| Baby girl I just want the neck, neck, neck, neck
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| I’m steppin' wit' my bros he get 'em, wet, wet
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| I’m rollin' wit' my broski, we don’t chess press
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| Nine up in this fire, leave your bench wet |