| Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
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| The 12 get behind me, I’ma smash it
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| That Z06 so fast, hope I don’t crash it
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| Need another load, I sold my last brick
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| Exotic my cars and my broads and my reefer, yeah
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| They say it’s cheaper to keep her, yeah
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| Fuck it, I’m rich so I left her
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| Shout out the plug, let me keep all the extra, yeah
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| I just pulled up in a Tesla, yeah
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| Pour me a four pop of 'Tussin, yeah
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| Forty pointer in my necklace
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| Fucker and dip, ain’t got no time for no breakfast, yeah
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| I’m buildin' shelves like Tetris, yeah
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| I get the money invested, yeah
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| I get the pack from the West End, yeah
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| I send a pack to the West End, yeah
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| It’s drippin', it’s rare, you can’t catch it, yeah
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| Servin' raw in front of them Alphabet Boys
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| Quarter million, bought a couple of toys
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| Neighbors trippin', Demon make too much noise
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| Fifty racks every week off of shows
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| Movin' cautious like I’m still on parole
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| I can’t fuck with bitches who be doin' the most
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| Screamin' fuck the system 'til they free all the bros
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| Shoot a thousand, bet a thousand a row
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| If it ain’t a thousand, man, that shit ain’t no low
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| Country boys say they love it a row
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| You know me, I’m tryna serve 'em they dope
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| Exotic my cars and my broads and my reefer, yeah
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| They say it’s cheaper to keep her, yeah
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| Fuck it, I’m rich so I left her, yeah
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| Shout out the plug, let me keep all the extra, yeah
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| I just pulled up in a Tesla, yeah
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| Pour me a four pop of 'Tussin, yeah
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| Forty pointer in my necklace
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| Fucker and dip, ain’t got no time for no breakfast, yeah
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| Ridin' around with cuz, he got the L’s for the straps
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| Three cell phones in my lap
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| I’m well know in the trap
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| Yeah, you know me, yeah, I used to sell your homies the stack
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| Tell my hoes to relax
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| These niggas police, that’s facts
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| Shots fired, I fleet in a foreign
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| Do he got a warrant?
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| My lawyer gon' see you in the morning, Lito ain’t goin'
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| He got that heater when he be performin'
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| It’s a 4 in that liter he pourin'
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| Baby nem sip like I used to
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| Love to shoot dice and I do too
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| Play with my life, I’ma shoot you
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| I’m way outta town with a pack in a rental
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| When I ain’t rappin', they send 'em
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| Grindin' up half of a chicken
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| They catchin' cases, it’s all gon' half from a twinner
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| I rap what I’m livin'
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| Last whip, I wrecked it and I left it
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| Fuck it, I’m still livin' wreckless
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| Told my lil' bitch that she selfish
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| Call up your bestie, I’m tired of fuckin' you set it
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| Exotic my cars and my broads and my reefer, yeah
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| They say it’s cheaper to keep her, yeah
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| Fuck it, I’m rich so I left her, yeah
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| Shout out the plug, let me keep all the extra, yeah
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| I just pulled up in a Tesla, yeah
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| Pour me a four pop of 'Tussin, yeah
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| Forty pointer in my necklace
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| Fucker and dip, ain’t got no time for no breakfast, yeah |