| Don’t talk to police, we don’t want no drama
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| Separate police from We, I love commas
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| Bitch I’m from where they pick death for designer
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| Shot him right out of his yves Saint Laurent but
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| He was just chilling at home young recliner
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| Watch me laugh to the bank it’s hilarious
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| Put the world on my back watch me carry this
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| Fuck my new asian bitch she Aquarius
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| Put the racks in the ground bitch I burried it
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| Rest in piece Benjamin bitch I’m very rich
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| 3 niggas 6 guns this scary shit
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| Matter fact audi red like the cherry’s is
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| When I was 18 got my first check from rap gave it right to my momma
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| Don’t talk to police, we don’t want no drama
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| Separate police from We, I love commas
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| Niggas be hating I don’t give a fuck tho
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| I seen ya hoe but I heard she a slut tho
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| Woah
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| When I walk out the bank I be counting my cash
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| You see a young nigga just know I be splashing
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| My diamonds water same color my aston
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| Yo yo
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| I’m smoking purp with them pumps in my mansion
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| I’m off a perc so I hope I don’t crash it
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| Ok
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| Not talking cash nigga no way
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| I don’t wan talk if it’s not bouta cash
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| You swear you want problems go worry bouta bag
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| This Dior from Paris might fly out to France
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| You play too much pussy go play with them bands
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| The world almost over so start armada
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| It’s raining in Cali of course I wore Prada
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| Feds try to catch me I ain’t saying nada, zip
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| If shit get crazy I shout out my shotta
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| Yo
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| Yo
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| I just skirt off the lot in a new bently truck with the tints fuck you thought
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| I threw rims on em
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| I be worried bout my bag not a bitch if you think ima slip I got chops with the
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| things on em
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| My clip banana go ape
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| All my shooters some killers with bape
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| We just set up his block put the tape on it
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| She fuck with the team just to taste on us
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| When I was 18 got my first check from rap gave it right to my momma
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| Don’t talk to police, we don’t want no drama
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| Separate police from We, I love commas
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| Bitch I’m from where they pick death for designer
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| Shot him right out of his yves Saint Laurent bruh
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| When I was 18 told my momma we’ll never be hungry again
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| We ain’t been hungry since then
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| It’s snowing in Cali now
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| I brought the snow out to Cali now |