| I got my main lady rockin' Hermès
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| She’ll hold it down if I go to the feds
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| I put these racks from the trap on your head
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| In less than twenty-four hours, he dead
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| I turned my niggas to bosses, they up now
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| When we let the stick hit, better duck down
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| Ain’t no talk when we shootin', it’s up now
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| Ain’t no changin' the price, I can’t come down
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| My vibe is expanded, my music organic
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| I’m not from this planet, my shooters satanic
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| My countertops granite, she ain’t got no panties
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| I make these hoes panic, I swipe like a bandit
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| My whip is elusive, I know the trap fluent
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| I put a lil' chick on the plane and she flew it
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| We all on the same page, you know we congruent
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| I run from the cops, boy, you know I’m elusive
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| The Circle and money, to me, that’s important
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| My car is imported, my wrist got imported
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| She try to come join me
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| I keep that shit different, I’m never conforming
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| I keep that shit Louis, you know what I’m sporting
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| I keep that shit MJ, we fucked in some Jordans
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| We ridin' 'round the city in back-to-back Porsches
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| It’s me and three ladies, we havin' an orgy
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| Fuck it, I think I’ma swipe 'til I’m forty
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| I walked into VLIVE and Magic, it’s stormin'
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| I bought all this ice so you cannot ignore me
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| I bought a McLaren and sat it on Forgis
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| I want the juices and berry, no Gordy
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| I don’t need no engineer to record me
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| Purchased a G Wagen, that’s for my shorty
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| Rappers ain’t safe, so my mama ain’t worried
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| I told my mama I’d kill if I gotta
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| I promise you that you ain’t takin' nada
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| My girl on the bed drinkin' piña colada
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| My car is a 'Vette, but I had an Impala, I count up the dollars
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| I told her don’t spit it out, you better swallow
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| I love when I hit from the back and she holler
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| I need me a launching pad 'cause I got choppers
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| I’m havin' that bread, I be havin' that guala
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| I got my main lady rockin' Hermès
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| She’ll hold it down if I go to the feds
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| I put these racks from the trap on your head
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| In less than twenty-four hours, he dead
|
| I turned my niggas to bosses, they up now
|
| When we let the stick hit, better duck down
|
| Ain’t no talk when we shootin', it’s up now
|
| Ain’t no changin' the price, I can’t come down
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| My vibe is expanded, my music organic
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| I’m not from this planet, my shooters satanic
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| My countertops granite, she ain’t got no panties
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| I make these hoes panic, I swipe like a bandit
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| My whip is elusive, I know the trap fluent
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| I put a lil' chick on the plane and she flew it
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| We all on the same page, you know we congruent
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| I run from the cops, boy, you know I’m elusive
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| Ain’t chasin' these women, I’m hurtin' they feelings
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| I’m makin' a killing, I’m tryna get millions
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| I’m juicin', I’m cleansin', they hatin', I sense it
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| You name it, I did it, they copy, they mimic
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| These streets can get wicked, I’m counting my riches
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| I’m gettin' this money, I’m turnin' down bitches
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| I had to wise up, had to cut off some niggas
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| I keep buyin' pistols, I keep buyin' Louis
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| I keep buyin' houses, I keep buyin' jewelry
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| My bully a merle, my Frenchie a fluffy
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| I’m probably gon' make me a quarter from puppies
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| We fill up a trailer and keep that shit truckin'
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| We shoot that shit first, so it’s no need for duckin'
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| She just a thottie, ain’t no need to cuff her
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| My apartment a jungle, my reefer is musty
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| My girl is a queen, you gon' die if you touch her
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| We apes in the jungle, we ready to rumble
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| We hang with the lions and bears and the gators
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| We trap in Dekalb, got a house in Decatur
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| We count up the paper, that 'za is my fragrance
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| I’m gainin' this wisdom, I’m havin' some vision
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| My partners in prison, I pray that I see 'em
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| I got the blueprint, you know I be teachin'
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| He plannin' on robbin' us, we leave him leakin'
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| I got my main lady rockin' Hermès
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| She’ll hold it down if I go to the feds
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| I put these racks from the trap on your head
|
| In less than twenty-four hours, he dead
|
| I turned my niggas to bosses, they up now
|
| When we let the stick hit, better duck down
|
| Ain’t no talk when we shootin', it’s up now
|
| Ain’t no changin' the price, I can’t come down
|
| My vibe is expanded, my music organic
|
| I’m not from this planet, my shooters satanic
|
| My countertops granite, she ain’t got no panties
|
| I make these hoes panic, I swipe like a bandit
|
| My whip is elusive, I know the trap fluent
|
| I put a lil' chick on the plane and she flew it
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| We all on the same page, you know we congruent
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| I run from the cops, boy, you know I’m elusive |