| (Yo, Nflated, spice that bitch up)
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| Burnin' on Lilikoi, ashes look corduroy
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| R.I.P. |
| Kobe Bryant, R.I.P. |
| 24
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| I can make a cool 50K in less than twenty-four hours
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| Ridin' with the pack through the Tennessee mountains
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| VPN, SOCKS, and at least three routers
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| I'ma thumb through it, I don't need no counter
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| Had to resuscitate a bitch, my neck almost drowned her
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| I got oil, I got hemp, I got wax, I got flower
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| Burnin' on pre-roll, finna go to Pluto
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| Drippin' real hard when I'm hoppin' out two-door
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| I just met a psychedelic plug named Hugo
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| Thirty laptops in my motherfuckin' condo
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| White collar diamonds, nigga ballin' like Lonzo
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| These niggas overrated like Joe Flacco
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| Feelin' like Jim Jones, nigga, I'm a capo
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| I'ma flip a Rolls-Royce, I'm feelin' like Pop Smoke
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| Banana Cream Cake in my motherfuckin' headwrap
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| If I don't like the smell, then the pack get sent back
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| If I don't like his energy, I push a nigga shit back
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| Megan had us all listenin' to Bagg, big facts
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| Megan had us all listenin' to stream, big facts
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| All that slick talkin' finna get a nigga kidnapped
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| Gelonade got a nigga finna go and lift off
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| I'ma empty out the magazine when I'm pissed off
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| I'm on that Wedding Pie, it got me geeked
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| My bitch hit it twice and then she went to sleep
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| I drop bud on the clock with the perfect technique
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| I'ma hit from the rear, I wan' grab her obliques
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| I ain't got time in the day for my females be mad at me
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| Internet racks, I'ma run it up rapidly
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| She know I'm vicious, I'm fuckin' her savagely
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| She know I get racks, she know my mentality
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| Grew up in the trap watching Kobe yam on a nigga
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| Pull up in the Porsche, yeah, the Pan' on a nigga
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| Yeah, pull up in the Dodge, yeah, the Ram on a nigga
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| Anybody try, yeah, I'ma blam on niggas
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| I'm the head bad guy, fifty different gridlines
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| Turn a lacefront to a fire, fire hairline
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| I was over drippin', I should start my own clothing line
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| Got two jits, dawg, I'll die for both of mine
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| I ain't never satisfied 'til my money increase
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| Fucked up the profile, too many inquiries
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| They be low-key hatin', I can hear 'em whispering
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| All these baguette chains, you can see 'em glimmering
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| Had to make a U-turn, I just seen a roadblock
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| I ain't playin' no games, I ain't sparin' no opps
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| It's a full moon now, so I'm burnin' Moon Rock
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| Livin' off schemes, why is he on tip-top?
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| Burnin' on Lilikoi, ashes look corduroy
|
| R.I.P. |
| Kobe Bryant, R.I.P. |
| 24
|
| I can make a cool 50K in less than twenty-four hours
|
| Ridin' with the pack through the Tennessee mountains
|
| VPN, SOCKS, and at least three routers
|
| I'ma thumb through it, I don't need no counter
|
| Had to resuscitate a bitch, my neck almost drowned her
|
| I got oil, I got hemp, I got wax, I got flower
|
| Burnin' on pre-roll, finna go to Pluto
|
| Drippin' real hard when I'm hoppin' out two-door
|
| I just met a psychedelic plug named Hugo
|
| Thirty laptops in my motherfuckin' condo
|
| White collar diamonds, nigga ballin' like Lonzo
|
| These niggas overrated like Joe Flacco
|
| Feelin' like Jim Jones, nigga, I'm a capo
|
| I'ma flip a Rolls-Royce, I'm feelin' like Pop Smoke |