| The fuck popping, Pablo?
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| You know what it is
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| Gang
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| Chopper on me and you know that bitch folded
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| Pistol on me and you know that bitch loaded
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| Living my life just like everything golden
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| When I say that, I’m talking 'bout the Rollie
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| Nigga talk shit, put a hole in him slowly
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| Then I bag his bitch, fuck on that bitch slowly
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| Said you getting money, then you gotta show me
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| Know I’m a VLONE thug, bitch, I’m so lonely
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| Check it out, diamonds shine in the dark
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| Water ring look like VOSS
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| Fuck her once, break her heart
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| Skate on that girl like my name Tony Hawk
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| Had the swag from the start, had the shit in my car
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| Duck, I aim with the Moss-
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| Berg, so cold that my watch made me cough
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| I ain’t never took a loss, keep it a hundred, of course
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| I pulled out that Lamb, no Honda Accord
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| I’ll fuck your bitch and then I’ll hit record
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| I took the Xan and then I’ll hit the snore
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| Walk on the dead, bitch, I trip on the corpse
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| Counting the bands, but y’all mentioning Forbes
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| It felt like just yesterday, I was poor
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| Wake up, I’m swagging in Christian Dior |