| I keep bad bitches all around me
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| I got good drank, so my niggas and these bitches can be straight
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| They tryna down me
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| But I don’t give a fuck 'cause if my homies eatin', I’ll always be straight
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| They tryna clown me
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| But I got blinders on and I see nothin' but the money in my face
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| Look all around me
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| The homies good and the home girls better so it’s time for a toast
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| I made it far so I’m thankin' God
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| I do not go to no bars, I’m in the car with the stars
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| I can’t pull up, I can’t park if it ain’t valet
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| I’m in Houston with a bitch and her friend, she gay
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| She don’t suck dick, but tonight it’s all in her mouth
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| I just fucked a bitch who supposed to be my godsis
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| I’m so dirty, I’m so fucked up, I don’t give a damn
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| And if you owe me, I need taxes like I’m Uncle Sam
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| I keep bad bitches all around me
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| I got good drank, so my niggas and these bitches can be straight
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| They tryna down me
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| But I don’t give a fuck 'cause if my homies eatin', I’ll always be straight
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| They tryna clown me
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| But I got blinders on and I see nothin' but the money in my face
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| Look all around me
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| The homies good and the home girls better so it’s time for a toast
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| Tell me how it’s supposed to go
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| My swag is on overload
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| But Lil Yachty, now row your boat
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| They know us, we don’t know them hoes
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| Got my homeboys, got my homegirls
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| Fuck these haters, I keep living in my own world
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| I get money, I flip money on my own tours
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| Own my coupe, skrrt, skrrt, you don’t own yours
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| Champagne in the sky just to toast up in it
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| Dubs up high, rep the coast up in it
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| Deuce deuce, two two, go and add both digits
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| Woo, woo, I had to bring the 4 up in it
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| I keep bad bitches all around me
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| I got good drank, so my niggas and these bitches can be straight
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| They tryna down me
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| But I don’t give a fuck 'cause if my homies eatin', I’ll always be straight
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| They tryna clown me
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| But I got blinders on and I see nothin' but the money in my face
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| Look all around me
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| The homies good and the home girls better so it’s time for a toast
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| Ayo, I fuck with Lil Yachty, I fuck with Lil Yachty
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| I don’t roll too much broccoli but I fuck with Lil Yachty
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| I told Lil Boat get your money and fuck these hotties
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| Don’t worry about these niggas, your shit poppin' every party
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| Yeah I started from the bottom, the low
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| I put homies on fo sho
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| Don’t pat me on the back, no
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| 'Cause that’s what I’m supposed to do
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| I don’t need no back pay
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| Nigga I’m a real nigga
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| I just want you to say I’m good when I ask you what’s the deal with ya, rare
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| They don’t make them like that no more, rare
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| Pull up every homie in a foreign, that’s rare
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| I keep bad bitches all around me
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| I got good drank, so my niggas and these bitches can be straight
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| They tryna down me
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| But I don’t give a fuck 'cause if my homies eatin', I’ll always be straight
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| They tryna clown me
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| But I got blinders on and I see nothin' but the money in my face
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| Look all around me
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| The homies good and the home girls better so it’s time for a toast |