| The dash, it’s digital, the schedule busy
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| My head in a hoodie, my shorty a goodie
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| My cousins are crazy, my cousins like Boogie
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| Life is amazin', it is what it should be
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| Been here for ten but I feel like a rookie
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| I tell her, «look up"'cause it’s snowin' in Tootsie’s
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| Booked for three years, man you can’t even book me
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| It’s me and Lil Baby, this shit goin' crazy
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| Wheezy produced it and Weezy F. made me
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| And she held it down, so she got a Mercedes
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| Young Money Records, the Army, the Navy
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| They ran me ten thousand, I threw it like Brady
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| The foreign is yellow like Tracee and K. D
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| I trusted my niggas, they never betrayed me
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| Met all these niggas, they sweeter than Sadie
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| When I started out, I just took what they gave me
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| Did all the favors, they never repaid me
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| It worked in my favor, 'cause nobody saved me
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| Brand new whip got no keys
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| Tailor my clothes, no starch please
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| Soon as I nut, you can gon' leave
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| Got M’s in the bank, like yes indeed
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| Cartier glasses, I won’t even peek at you
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| Yellow Ferrari like Pikachu
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| I got 'em waitin' and watchin' what he gon' do
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| Tryna peep what I do, tryna steal my moves
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| 25 hundred for a new pair of tennis shoes
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| The same price, I could make them youngins come and finish you
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| Lawyer been chargin', he a Jewish like he voodoo
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| Real dope boy, hundred thousand in Evisu
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| Presidential tints slide by, we don’t see you
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| I been gettin' money, I ain’t worried 'bout what he do
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| I’m gettin' money like I’m from the '80s
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| Me and Drake 'bout to drop man, this shit gon' go crazy
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| They know I’m the truth, comin' straight from the basement
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| I’m straight as the street, man I come from the pavement
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| A million, all hundreds, it make em 'go crazy
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| Wah-wah-wah, bitch, I’m the Baby
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| Brand new whip got no keys
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| Tailor my clothes, no starch please
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| Soon as I nut, you can gon' leave
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| Got M’s in the bank, like yes indeed
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| Me and my dawg goin' all the way
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| When you livin' like this, they supposed to hate
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| Brand new whip got no keys
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| Tailor my clothes, no starch please
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| Soon as I nut, you can gon' leave
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| Got M’s in the bank, like yes indeed
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| Me and my dawg goin' all the way
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| When you livin' like this, they supposed to hate
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| Wheezy out of here |