| Hoodrich Pablo, yeah
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| And Lil Marlo, yeah
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| We ran up a sack, yeah
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| Got rich off crack, yeah
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| In the back of Maybach, yeah
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| We sippin' on Act, yeah
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| We gettin' them packs, yeah
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| And that’s a fact, yeah
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| My neck full of water, that gon' get your bitch slaughtered
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| All my clothes they get, pinky ring cost a quarter
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| Got a hood bitch that’s gorgeous, we rock foreigns on them Forgis
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| We sell bricks for the free, bring that money, don’t come short it
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| Bring that money, bring that bitch short, I bring that torch
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| I was nine years off the porch, I’m thanking our lord
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| Wondering how I’m gon' get that sack up out that mud
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| Got them old heads loving the way I’m thugging
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| Told him give me an old school, I want the butler
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| Had to put a V12 motor in that Cutlass
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| Fell in love with the dope game so I’m lusting
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| And I’ll never trust a bitch if she ain’t my mother
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| Told lil Pablo get them bricks and we gon' flood 'em
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| Give them bitches to my brother
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| And I’ll never trust them niggas so motherfuck 'em
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| Hoodrich Pablo, yeah
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| And Lil Marlo, yeah
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| We ran up a sack, yeah
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| Got rich off crack, yeah
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| In the back of Maybach, yeah
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| We sippin' on Act, yeah
|
| We gettin' them packs, yeah
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| And that’s a fact, yeah
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| My neck full of water, that gon' get your bitch slaughtered
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| All my clothes they get, pinky ring cost a quarter
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| Got a hood bitch that’s gorgeous, we rock foreigns on them Forgis
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| We sell bricks for the free, bring that money, don’t come short it
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| Rocking ice, a coolant, riding foreign, I’m cruising
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| Strapped up, Lil Uzi, I’m pouring lean, drug abusing
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| Got your bitch 'cause she choosing
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| Two bitches, I’m confused
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| I got rich off of juggs
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| Shooting at actors, yeah, blow the move
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| Yeah nigga they go stupid
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| Shoot in her face, she thinkin' I’m Cupid
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| These niggas be actors like bitches and groupies
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| Saved the deposit box and filled it with jewelry
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| African diamonds clear, your shit looking blurry
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| V12, you can hear that shit purring
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| I went to the streets and made me an earning
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| I’m in that monster cookie same color as Ernie
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| Hoodrich Pablo, yeah
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| And Lil Marlo, yeah
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| We ran up a sack, yeah
|
| Got rich off crack, yeah
|
| In the back of Maybach, yeah
|
| We sippin' on Act, yeah
|
| We gettin' them packs, yeah
|
| And that’s a fact, yeah
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| My neck full of water, that gon' get your bitch slaughtered
|
| All my clothes they get, pinky ring cost a quarter
|
| Got a hood bitch that’s gorgeous, we rock foreigns on them Forgis
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| We sell bricks for the free, bring that money, don’t come short it |