| Carter X
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| Huh
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| I’m in LA rollin' cookie, tryna catch the vibe
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| The shoes I’m rockin' cost a band, I can’t keep 'em tied (Racks)
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| I don’t do the Gucci, I’m too wavy, but I got plenty G’s (Hey)
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| Got purple Runtz, them grams galore, and all I serve is P’s (Gas)
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| That co-co Lam', I pull out white in that new cottage cheese (Skrrt)
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| These Mike Amiri, my shoes a band and they Balenciaga
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| Just left from Maury, these rappers cappin', I think I am the father
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| Just plushed the seats and put the kid on that new Bentayga
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| Ayy, pork and beans and Vienna sausage and them harder days
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| And then rock with the Ralph Lauren when I was just a youngin
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| When we was younger, my shoes was tight and I still got the bunion
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| Now every shoe a rack or more and I got ten plus
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| Just swapped the Lambo' with the Lotus so I can’t be noticed
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| Ain’t no more Henny, sippin' Act', I’m movin' like a tortoise
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| I’m Roddy Ricch, I’m ten toes down in my Balenciagas
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| And when I’m trappin', I take it back, I sell them P’s in Prada
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| Hold up, slow it down, let’s roll up, try to catch the vibe
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| Me and hombre with two strippers tryna pay our tithes
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| And a loaded semi 'cause I don’t trust them bitches lit on Insta'
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| I pay, don’t play, I fuck with no words like an instrumental
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| I’m in LA rollin' cookie, tryna catch the vibe
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| The shoes I’m rockin' cost a band, I can’t keep 'em tied (Racks)
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| I don’t do the Gucci, I’m too wavy, but I got plenty G’s (Hey)
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| Got purple Runtz, them grams galore, and all I serve is P’s (Gas)
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| That co-co Lam', I pull out white in that new cottage cheese (Skrrt)
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| These Mike Amiri, my shoes a band and they Balenciaga
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| Just left from Maury, these rappers cappin', I think I am the father
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| Just plushed the seats and put the kid on that new Bentayga
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| Air Force 1's, pair of jeans, I go get mine
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| Mama played ball, daddy robbed, she was built fine
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| Bustdown Rollie came from scratch, call it built time
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| Confidential info on bonds, them ain’t my kind
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| Cascade, West End, Oakland City, my side
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| Niggas wanna be me, they scared as hell, they send they punchlines
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| Prison, taking chances, talkin' to you on my jack (Watch this)
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| Soon as I get home I’m goin' to buy me that new 'Cat
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| Took me a couple months, I went and bought me that new 'Cat
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| They was thinkin' it was over for lil' bro, I gotta come back
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| Vibes in LA, I hope we never have to come back
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| If they in my gang, it ain’t no asking where they gun at
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| I’m in LA rollin' cookie, tryna catch the vibe
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| The shoes I’m rockin' cost a band, I can’t keep 'em tied (Racks)
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| I don’t do the Gucci, I’m too wavy, but I got plenty G’s (Hey)
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| Got purple Runtz, them grams galore, and all I serve is P’s (Gas)
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| That co-co Lam', I pull out white in that new cottage cheese (Skrrt)
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| These Mike Amiri, my shoes a band and they Balenciaga
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| Just left from Maury, these rappers cappin', I think I am the father
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| Just plushed the seats and put the kid on that new Bentayga |