| Ugh, yeah
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| YSL gang gang, you know what I’m sayin'
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| Ayy Gunna
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| I’m out here in Cali nigga, I’m feeling like you
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| Yeah, I got vibes in LA
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| Dimes in the bank
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| I keep rising the hate
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| Put blue stars in the Wraith
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| Two new cars, ain’t no space
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| Do some wood, pop some Ace
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| Get to running, we can race
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| Used to starve 'til I ate
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| Yellow diamonds, I got clean piss
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| Perfect timing, a ice cream wrist
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| Risk your life for, with a mean miss
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| This bitch from England, don’t know no English
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| I don’t pay no mind to no sneak diss
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| Told the label I can’t sign for no cheap trick
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| My block play with them pounds, shit like recess
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| Lot of chopper guns and F&N's and Kel-tecs
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| I’m sitting way back, in the back of that Maybach
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| Gold Rollie I paid cash, two tone for my main man
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| YSL we made it
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| Hit the gas, no brakes
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| I’ma speed up the Wraith
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| Young Gunna gettin' paid
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| Big house with a gate
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| Better save your money
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| I hope you don’t have to find out the hard way
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| Take a loss and get it crackin' in broad day
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| We just been gettin' rich relaxing, parlayin'
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| I put a bad bitch on Broadway
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| Tryna cop a mansion like Bill Gates
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| Count so many of them blue hundreds they feel fake
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| Cut that dope up just like Benihana’s with no wait
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| Yeah, I got vibes in LA
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| Dimes in the bank
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| I keep rising the hate
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| Put blue stars in the Wraith
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| Two new cars, ain’t no space
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| Do some wood, pop some Ace
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| Get to running, we can race
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| Used to starve 'til I ate
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| I go fed, you go state
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| Goin' to trial 'bout my case
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| I got bitches in the bay
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| Diamonds hit so hard they look fake
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| Hell naw, my shit came straight from icebox
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| I’m in Cali in the hills, with some hitters in a tanktop
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| Blindfold, I just counted a hundred grand with my eyes closed
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| Coming for a nigga like me, fuck 'round get exposed
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| This draco hold a hundred, they gon' aim it at your nose, nose
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| Keep that worrisome bitch out my place
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| Tom Anderson, give me my space
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| Promoter hit the line and he said he got a play
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| Told his ass 40K, lock it in I’m on my way, hey
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| Yeah, I got vibes in LA
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| Dimes in the bank
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| I keep rising the hate
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| Put blue stars in the Wraith
|
| Two new cars, ain’t no space
|
| Do some wood, pop some Ace
|
| Get to running, we can race
|
| Used to starve 'til I ate
|
| Yeah, I got vibes in LA
|
| Dimes in the bank
|
| I keep rising the hate
|
| Put blue stars in the Wraith
|
| Two new cars, ain’t no space
|
| Do some wood, pop some Ace
|
| Get to running, we can race
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| Used to starve 'til I ate |