| Codeine, molly help a nigga think, yeah
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| Washin' off my diamonds in the sink
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| DMC, you global now, nigga
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| Hood Baby, ain’t shit sweet
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| Bitch, I put you on the plate, my niggas gon' eat (Pluto)
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| Catchin' vibes in a purple mink, yeah, yeah (Uh)
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| Codeine, molly help a nigga think, yeah, yeah (Codeine)
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| Take the drugs 'til I can’t blink, yeah, yeah (Take the drugs)
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| Poppin' Adderall, sippin' drink, yeah, yeah (Pop out)
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| Lights off, no TV, bitch, I’m geeked, yeah, yeah (Lights off)
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| Can’t take another loss from the streets, yeah, yeah (Ayy)
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| Maybach coupe on fleek, tall like a Jeep, yeah, yeah (Woah, woah)
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| Some of these bitches speak Spanish and some Japanese, yeah, yeah (Woah, woah)
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| Came out the gutter, get throwed
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| Fuck on your ho 'cause she throwed (Woah, woah)
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| Sipping on lean, I’m getting throwed (Woah)
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| Try my best to overdose (Woah, woah)
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| Made three pills get ghost
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| Speedin' up my heart (Speed up)
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| Two-doors and four-doors (Pluto)
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| Fill up my garage (Woah, woah)
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| Make these diamonds shine again 'cause I know times was hard, yeah (I know)
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| I just lit the average one up, turned her to a star, yeah
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| I took a trip to Mexico, my hustle took me far, yeah
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| Pushin' up marshmallow coupe, now I feel like a god, yeah
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| I went to space, had a coupe in the stars
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| Man, I had to walk out and baguette it
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| I told my young niggas go real hard
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| They came back with a new presi'
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| How you came out these trenches?
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| How gon' starve and then try to forget it? |
| (Can't)
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| Ran my M’s up, I’m counting it up and I ain’t sweat it yet
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| Catchin' vibes in a purple mink, yeah, yeah (Uh)
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| Codeine, molly help a nigga think, yeah, yeah (Codeine)
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| Take the drugs 'til I can’t blink, yeah, yeah (Take the drugs)
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| Poppin' Adderall, sippin' drink, yeah, yeah (Pop out)
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| Lights off, no TV, bitch, I’m geeked, yeah, yeah (Lights off)
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| Can’t take another loss from the streets, yeah, yeah (Ayy)
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| Maybach coupe on fleek, tall like a Jeep, yeah, yeah (Woah, woah)
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| Some of these bitches speak Spanish and some Japanese, yeah, yeah (Woah, woah)
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| Don’t give a fuck 'bout your folks (Woo)
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| Hood Baby do what he want (Hood Baby)
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| I go hard for these ceilings
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| FBG, YSL G.O.A.T.'s (Brr)
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| No, I’m not generic, I got on baguettes and machetes
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| Fake my death, Makaveli, I’m livin' my life, my family won’t tell it
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| Suited and booted, we met up with all foreigns, no, you can’t tell it
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| I’m making two guns with two gun barrels like Belly
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| Wouldn’t wife you, not
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| She getting real mad, she actin' real jealous
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| I want all the lettuce
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| Interfere with that lettuce, my niggas gon' stamp it (Hood talk)
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| All kind of talk
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| I pulled up on curb kept me a bar
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| We let that bitch frrt
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| We pull up with birds and snakes on these hoes
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| Walk with them K’s on our shoulders, Lil Haiti
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| We headshottin' shit, we ain’t grazing
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| In the booth gettin' top from an Asian (Let's go)
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| Wanna book a show, hit my agent
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| Niggas ain’t playin'
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| Catchin' vibes in a purple mink, yeah, yeah (Uh)
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| Codeine, molly help a nigga think, yeah, yeah (Codeine)
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| Take the drugs 'til I can’t blink, yeah, yeah (Take the drugs)
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| Poppin' Adderall, sippin' drink, yeah, yeah (Pop out)
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| Lights off, no TV, bitch, I’m geeked, yeah, yeah (Lights off)
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| Can’t take another loss from the streets, yeah, yeah (Ayy)
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| Maybach coupe on fleek, tall like a Jeep, yeah, yeah (Woah, woah)
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| Some of these bitches speak Spanish and some Japanese, yeah, yeah (Woah, woah)
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| Cartier watches, Skydweller the Rollie, shit, I pay a load
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| Don dada, the shottas, they ridin' with me, I’m touring right on the road
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| The money I pay for my watch, it came from the trap, it came from the stove
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| Yeah, you droppin' salt on me, I’m in LA with your ho
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| Oh-oh, heard what y’all do on the real
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| You livin' with your friends, oh-oh
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| Yeah, they soak drip like sponge
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| 'Cause my rockstar drip is up
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| Balling like Pistons, nigga
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| You still on your pivot, nigga
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| On a dirtbike in the hood poppin' wheelies, nigga
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| We slimy as it gets
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| Nah, ain’t no dummy, yeah, I went legit
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| Finally got diamonds and finally got rich
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| Double-R truck what we landin' in
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| Done made some money and family
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| Blamin' for the talk, get knocked off
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| I’m tryna feel the breeze
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| Talking 'bout your top dog, know I eat Pedigree
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| Yeah, yeah, Slimeball
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| Woah, woah
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| Woah, woah
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| Woah, woah
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| Woah, woah
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| Woah, woah
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| Woah, woah |