| We got London on da Track
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| Drop top, wop
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| If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon' shoot you
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| Cartier frames, call me four eyes
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| Still can cook a deuce up with both eyes closed
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| A lot of people still got a lot of shit to say about the clothes and the pics I
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| post
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| But it’s a beautiful day outside today
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| Don’t know which car I’ma drive today
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| Promoter just brought me 200 grand and I’ma count it by hand all hundreds with
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| both eyes closed
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| I’ve got a chick so fine, make a blind man see her
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| She runnin' through my mind, that’s a fine idea
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| And I ain’t Blake Griffin, I don’t drive no Kia
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| If it ain’t 10 mil, I can’t sign no deal
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| I’m all about a check, fresh Nikes, let’s do it
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| And I spy a bitch that wanna scrape, get to it
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| Trap tutorial, ridin' down Memorial
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| From the bando to the Waldorf Astoria
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| If you don’t like to see niggas shine, then close your eyes then
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| I’ll be on a private island, vibin' to violins
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| Autobiography, Gucci Mane the author
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| And I’m the trap sponsor, Gucci Mane’s the father
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| Eight figure nigga just walked into Walter’s
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| If you ain’t gettin' money then move out of Georgia
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| 100 tapes and goin', go check my discography
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| The freshest nigga livin', go check your photography
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| Cartier frames, call me four eyes
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| Still can cook a deuce up with both eyes closed
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| A lot of people still got a lot of shit to say about the clothes and the pics I
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| post
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| But it’s a beautiful day outside today
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| Don’t know which car I’ma drive today
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| Promoter just brought me 200 grand and I’ma count it by hand all hundreds with
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| both eyes closed
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| I just drove the Tesla with both eyes closed
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| Made a 100 thousand on the one-eyed stove
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| Two-tone Wraith and a two-tone PP
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| Walked out of Gucci with the two-tone GG
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| Bulletproof Rhino, coke color albino
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| Yeah, my sauce A1, no Fogo de Chão
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| Makin' money in piles sellin' people the Pyro
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| Click the link in the bio, I’m the illest that I know
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| I’m the illest to rivals, all my cars got a title
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| Had to Roc just like Tidal, sell a preacher the Bible
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| I’m a hustler for real, sell a hospital vital
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| Sell my cousin some Adderall 'cause he takin' his finals
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| Tity Boi your highness, make it through any crisis
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| All I do is look straight, all the bullshit behind us
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| Got the 'ier on the bracelet, got the 'ier on the frame
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| Got the 'ier on the watch, 'ier to the game
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| Cartier frames, call me four eyes
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| Still can cook a deuce up with both eyes closed
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| A lot of people still got a lot of shit to say about the clothes and the pics I
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| post
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| But it’s a beautiful day outside today
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| Don’t know which car I’ma drive today
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| Promoter just brought me 200 grand and I’ma count it by hand all hundreds with
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| both eyes closed
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| Don’t mean to brag and boast, but I be fresher than most
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| Ran through my first million playin' on the West Coast
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| Keep some pretty girls 'round me everywhere that I go
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| We made it out the streets, pop a bottle, let’s make a toast
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| I run circles 'round scrap niggas with a blindfold
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| And she said «Let's make love», want me to fuck with my eyes closed
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| But lil' mama so fine when she took her clothes off
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| I went straight in it both eyes closed
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| (You're crazy bruh)
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| Ha, wait a minute, I’m fresh as fuck, let me strike a pose
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| Hands down, iced up, white and rose gold
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| She walkin' 'round my penthouse in my Versace robe
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| Since a juvenile I stuck to the G code
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| Servin' out the kitchen but I never touched the stove
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| I told my bitch «You mine’s now, you ain’t gotta work
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| Just keep it real and let’s go spend the mils»
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| Cartier frames, call me four eyes
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| Still can cook a deuce up with both eyes closed
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| A lot of people still got a lot of shit to say about the clothes and the pics I
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| post
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| But it’s a beautiful day outside today
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| Don’t know which car I’ma drive today
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| Promoter just brought me 200 grand and I’ma count it by hand all hundreds with
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| both eyes closed |