| Cito
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| Mitch Mula, drop that bumboclaat
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| Diamonds they wet like a boat
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| Whole lot of hundreds, man, I need some toast
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| Couldn’t keep his mouth closed, I know that he told
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| Got drum on the stick, if we shoot, he gon' pour
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| I bust in her mouth, leave it swole like a toad
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| Slime his ass out, bet we get all the load
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| We pour up the red, it’s more than a deuce
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| Fuck a Hellcat, we in Bentleys, the coupe
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| Drop the top, feel the wind
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| In the Ferrari redder than Clifford
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| In a safari, my neck on a river
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| My shooter from Portland, nickname him Lillard
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| I’m with Lil Duke, he so ready to shoot
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| Got them vibes in Atlanta like Uncle Luke
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| I’m in the back, my bitch is a model
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| She blow on my dick like a wooden flute
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| Keed don’t talk to nobody for free
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| Heard he be gettin' his water from G
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| Boat gettin' his water from Z
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| Ice my neck, give me some skis
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| Roll with my dawgs like some motherfuckin' fleas
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| Bet I got so many hoes overseas
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| Got a bitch named Alicia that play with them keys
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| Elliot diamonds, they cold like a freezer
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| Do the bitch wrong, then I might try to please her
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| Niggas so turnt, bitch, broke off the meter
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| Chopper, they shook his ass up like a seizure
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| They see the gang, get amnesia
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| Bitch, I’m with Keed and Big Boat
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| Vibes everywhere, tryna race to they throat
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| Drop the frontend if you want a show
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| He want a verse, I’ma send him a quote
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| Get in the booth and just go
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| I never wrote down no note
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| I know these niggas some hoes
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| If they drownin', I won’t even throw them a float
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| All of my young niggas tote
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| All of my niggas, they go
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| YSL ballin' for real
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| And I walked in the mall and spent ten on a coat (Slatt)
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| Diamonds they wet like a boat
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| Whole lot of hundreds, man, I need some toast
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| Couldn’t keep his mouth closed, I know that he told
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| Got drum on the stick, if we shoot, he gon' pour
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| I bust in her mouth, leave it swole like a toad
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| Slime his ass out, bet we get all the load
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| We pour up the red, it’s more than a deuce
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| Fuck a Hellcat, we in Bentleys, the coupe
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| Drop the top, feel the wind
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| In the Ferrari redder than Clifford
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| In a safari, my neck on a river
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| My shooter from Portland, nickname him Lillard
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| I’m with Lil Duke, he so ready to shoot
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| Got them vibes in Atlanta like Uncle Luke
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| I’m in the back, my bitch is a model
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| She blow on my dick like a wooden flute
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| Back with a whole 'nother verse
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| I’m in the front of the line like a hearse
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| Get out of line and get murked
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| Rap and I shoot, that’s a gift and a curse
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| I cannot Milly Rock, I’m tryna cop me a new Richard Mille
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| I really came from the bottom
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| Young nigga grindin' so hard, I was just trappin' and dealin'
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| No, we do not got no feelings
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| Yes, we gon' shoot at his ceiling
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| Runnin' with robbers and killers
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| We put that iron in his mouth like a filling
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| Then catch your bitch, give her sexual healing
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| Chasin' the bag, tryna get me some millions
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| I hit the trap and I made me a killing
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| Boy, your friend crazy, boy, take you some, really
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| These lil' niggas be killin' me
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| I cannot fuck with no leech
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| Can’t bring no sand to the beach
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| I make the call and I make the hit
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| I make my young niggas eat
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| We get the bag, yeah, back to back
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| So many hoes, yeah, we fuckin', they chose
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| She tryna ball like cancer and I’m the G.O.A.T
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| Came from the rags to riches, me, Duke, and Lil Boat (Woo)
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| We tote these fifties in coach (Woo)
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| I’m callin' the plays like the coach (Woo)
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| I got on Water by G (Woo)
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| These diamonds, they wet like your ho
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| Ayy, nigga, I’m real as they come
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| Keep an SK with a drum
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| Earring as big as a thumb
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| My bitch got ass like a peach
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| My bitch got ass like a plum
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| These new niggas know they my son
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| I give 'em the drip for fun, bee |