| I love when she throw that shit back, she a pro with it
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| I love this scammin' shit, yeah, I’m a pro with it
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| I need a check right now, yeah, I’ma go get it
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| I’m in that GLS, nigga, the 450
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| Come get a zip of this ZaZa for two-fifty
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| Pushin' that loud, yeah, this shit cost me two-fifty
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| Distro' with Empire, they gave me two milli'
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| Work at the crib, yeah, I’m servin' like two cities
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| I had to fuck her 'cause she was just too pretty
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| I bought a four wheeler just to go pop wheelies
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| I bought a Glock and this shit came with cop killers
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| I do not hate on folks, I do not knock niggas
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| My earrings cold, boy, these bitches like popsicles
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| If you a coward, then I cannot rock with you
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| If you didn’t grow it, then I cannot shop with you
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| Stick on my lap, boy, I’m not tryna box with you
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| These niggas ridin' dick just like a prostitute
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| These niggas run they mouth, but they still obsolete
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| I’m in a Rubicon, yeah, nigga, this a Jeep
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| I got them red bottom runners, so check my feet
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| Yeah, I swiped for 'em, so nigga, these shits was free
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| I am not sweet, so you know I am sugar-free
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| I be in Wailea or somewhere, I’m on the beach
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| I be in Lahaina chillin', I’m with a freak
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| Make up some numbers, then murder and kill a beat
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| I’m doin' shows at arenas, I’m fillin' seats
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| I got that pain in my songs, it be runnin' deep
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| Your weed ain’t loud, when you lit it, it ain’t a peep
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| Five hundred bags gone in four days, don’t need a week
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| Seven day water fast so I am feelin' weak
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| I just popped two shrooms, so you know I’m feelin' geeked
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| She start undressin', so you know I’m finna beat
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| If you not shoppin', then nigga, don’t talk to me
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| If you not shoppin', then nigga, don’t bother me
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| Shooters at every door, it ain’t no robbin' me
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| These niggas 3D printers, they gon' copy me
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| These bitches great whales, they wanna swallow me
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| I get them loads and drop 'em to the colony
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| I got them racks, yeah, nigga, obviously
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| I live the scam life, nigga, obviously
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| I love when she throw that shit back, she a pro with it
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| I love this scammin' shit, yeah, I’m a pro with it
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| I need a check right now, yeah, I’ma go get it
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| I’m in that GLS, nigga, the 450
|
| Come get a zip of this ZaZa for two-fifty
|
| Pushin' that loud, yeah, this shit cost me two-fifty
|
| Distro' with Empire, they gave me two milli'
|
| Work at the crib, yeah, I’m servin' like two cities
|
| I had to fuck her 'cause she was just too pretty
|
| I bought a four wheeler just to go pop wheelies
|
| I bought a Glock and this shit came with cop killers
|
| I do not hate on folks, I do not knock niggas
|
| My earrings cold, boy, these bitches like popsicles
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| If you a coward, then I cannot rock with you
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| If you didn’t grow it, then I cannot shop with you
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| Stick on my lap, boy, I’m not tryna box with you |