| I came from the mud, made thousands off of ziplocs
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| I came out the mud, ayy
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| I came from the bottom, I made thousands off of ziplocs
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| Rollie, rollie, like my rosary, no tick tock, uh
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| Pray to God we make it out from all this stick talk
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| spider drive it fast, spinnin' big blocks
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| , like woah
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| Clip on me, like woah
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| Bitch wan' eat, like woah
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| Come get dick, she old
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| Come get deep, she old
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| I had the Glock when I came out the trap
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| Feel like a maggot, I’m bringing it back
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| I’m off of ecstasy, I feel intact, ayy
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| I’m balling even with injury, huh
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| I’m never seen nothin' but victory, huh
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| I’m selling grams it gets slippery, huh
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| We put you outta your misery, huh
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| Made it out the trenches, huh
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| Rari rari flexing, huh
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| You ain’t sure you guessing, huh
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| Got your shorty dressing up
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| Wavy I be soul, soul searching
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| Ziploc, I sold dope on purpose
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| Shorty bad, but she know I’m workin'
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| Porsche truck and you know I’m swervin'
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| I’m mystery, huh
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| Your shorty over here kissin' me, huh
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| Think I’m the G.O.A.T. |
| in the industry, huh
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| You cut it open with symmetry, huh
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| My shooters doin' geometry, yeah
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| Think that the police is on to me, yeah
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| I think I need an apology, yeah
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| None of these rappers is as hard as me, yeah
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| Benz truck or the Wraith, yeah, I’m choosy
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| Came far with my life, like a movie
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| Chops up on my stick, Call of Duty
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| Watch us and you know we make movies
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| I came from the bottom, I made thousands off of ziplocs
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| Rollie, rollie, like my rosary, no tick tock, uh
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| Pray to God we make it out from all this stick talk
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| spider drive it fast, spinnin' big blocks
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| , like woah
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| Clip on me, like woah
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| Bitch wan' eat, like woah
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| Come get dick, she old
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| Come get deep, she old
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| I had the Glock when I came out the trap
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| Feel like a maggot, I’m bringing it back
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| I’m off of ecstasy, I feel intact, ayy |