| I keep a roll, I keep a roll
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| I hit ten bitches all in a row
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| Turnin' down hoes, I got too many
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| Turnin' down shows, I got too many
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| Having these racks 'cause I got plenty
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| This a Mulsanne, I’m in a Bentley
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| I only bought it to juice up my image (Ayy, where you get that beat from?
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| Mooktoven)
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| Rose on my gold, Dolce my toes
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| Dolce my clothes, dolce my hoes
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| Open the safe, punch in a code
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| I’m on a harbor, I bought a boat
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| I fuck with Bloods, I fuck with Locs
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| I got them blues, I got them notes
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| They call me Billy 'cause I’m the G.O.A.T.
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| I fuck with the streets, I give 'em hope
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| I fuck with lil' mama, she give me throat
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| I’m not a fad, I’m not a trend
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| I’m not your man, don’t compare me to him
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| 12 pull up on me, I’m dippin' from them
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| USPS, I’m still shippin' it in
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| I’m in a Dodge and I sit behind tint
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| Gotta get more 'cause I’m never content
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| They cannot break me, I’m never gon' flinch
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| Scary ass nigga, quit actin' so tense
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| Eight different flavors, I’m havin' selections
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| Back in high school, had that pack in detention
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| She bad as fuck, make me stand at attention
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| She bad as fuck, damn, I gotta go get her
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| That money don’t wait, so I gotta go get it
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| This whip looking plain, so I gotta go kit it
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| Making threats on the 'Gram, so I gotta go kill him
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| She like the moment I put this shit in her
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| I’m low-key serving these packs in a rental
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| I like the way that she smile with them dimples
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| Fuck what he doin', I’m doin' it bigger
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| Got pride like a lion, I’m feelin' like Simba
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| I feel like Kawhi, I got D for these bitches
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| Deontay Wilder, I’m hittin' these bitches
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| This blunt too loud, I ain’t hearin' these niggas
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| Only do papers, ain’t doin' no Swishers
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| I keep a roll, I keep a roll
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| I hit ten bitches all in a row
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| Turnin' down hoes, I got too many
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| Turnin' down shows, I got too many
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| Having these racks 'cause I got plenty
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| This a Mulsanne, I’m in a Bentley
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| I only bought it to juice up my image
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| Rose on my gold, Dolce my toes
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| Dolce my clothes, dolce my hoes
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| Open the safe, punch in a code
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| I’m on a harbor, I bought a boat
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| I fuck with Bloods, I fuck with Locs
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| I got them blues, I got them notes
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| They call me Billy 'cause I’m the G.O.A.T.
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| I fuck with the streets, I give 'em hope |