| Wake up early morning every day and count the check
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| Bad bitches 'round me eatin' drip and givin' neck
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| Book me, need the front end then it’s a bet
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| Choker chain now but next is baguettes
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| Chanel drip up and down our legs
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| Big dawg shit, now your ho wanna pick
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| Percocet pill on me, I don’t even stress
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| Late-night strikin', yeah, my slimes tryna catch
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| Yeah, went straight to the top, nigga, yeah
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| With the same niggas from the sandbox, yeah
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| In a hot top, fuck the drop-top, yeah
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| Make the wrong move, be in slime park, yeah
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| She left her pants and said she left her crop-top, yeah
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| Pull up to your hood then we chop block, yeah
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| Blick got 30, that’s a big Glock, yeah
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| Livin' like the baby on hot block, yeah
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| You haven’t seen anything
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| I swerve in foreign things
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| I’m pullin' all the strings, yeah
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| Y’all rappers all extinct
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| «Keed, talk to 'em,» yeah, she tat' it on her boob
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| Pretty bad shit, rockin' Steve Madden shoes
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| High-top Versace, spend a bag on the shoes
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| Diamond choker water, yeah, Honolulu
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| Yeah, where the bag at?
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| Take your chain, take a stand where the flag at
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| Switchin' lanes, do the dash in a Hellcat
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| Racks to my man Duke, you can’t have that
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| Racks to my ho too, you can’t have that
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| We’ll crack a nigga face like a crab shack
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| Whole lotta Jeffery bands in the hatchback
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| You a plug and got packs, we’ll slatt that, on slime
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| Wake up early morning every day and count the check
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| Bad bitches 'round me eatin' drip and givin' neck
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| Book me, need the front end then it’s a bet
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| Choker chain now but next is baguettes
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| Chanel drip up and down our legs
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| Big dawg shit, now your ho wanna pick
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| Percocet pill on me, I don’t even stress
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| Late-night strikin', yeah, my slimes tryna catch
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| Yeah, went straight to the top, nigga, yeah
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| With the same niggas from the sandbox, yeah
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| In a hot top, fuck the drop-top, yeah
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| Make the wrong move, be in slime park, yeah
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| She left her pants and said she left her crop-top, yeah
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| Pull up to your hood then we chop block, yeah
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| Blick got 30, that’s a big Glock, yeah
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| Livin' like the baby on hot block, yeah
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| Flooded out Rollie, it don’t tick-tock (Flooded out)
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| Money keep comin', don’t shit stop (Shit stop)
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| Fuck around and get me pissed off (Pissed off)
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| Get shot, now you hollerin' like a hit dog (Hollerin' like a hit dog)
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| Fuck if you gangster or not
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| I’m with big slime and they slimin' you out (Slatt)
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| Shit can get ugly for real
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| You don’t got no strap, you can’t come out the house (Come out the house)
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| Niggas been rattin' since kids, they some mice
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| Play with your life just by rollin' the dice (Rollin' the dice)
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| Bitches be broke and they bad
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| My bitches be pretty, they flooded with ice (Flooded with ice)
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| I made a whole lot of cash
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| I walk in the booth and I spit it, I’m nice (Spit it, I’m nice)
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| Boss number one, I think twice
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| Evil lil' nigga, this world is so sheisty
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| Wake up early morning every day and count the check
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| Bad bitches 'round me eatin' drip and givin' neck
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| Book me, need the front end then it’s a bet
|
| Choker chain now but next is baguettes
|
| Chanel drip up and down our legs
|
| Big dawg shit, now your ho wanna pick
|
| Percocet pill on me, I don’t even stress
|
| Late-night strikin', yeah, my slimes tryna catch
|
| Yeah, went straight to the top, nigga, yeah
|
| With the same niggas from the sandbox, yeah
|
| In a hot top, fuck the drop-top, yeah
|
| Make the wrong move, be in slime park, yeah
|
| She left her pants and said she left her crop-top, yeah
|
| Pull up to your hood then we chop block, yeah
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| Blick got 30, that’s a big Glock, yeah
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| Livin' like the baby on hot block, yeah |