| Hackin' this shit, extendin' that info
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| One percent tint on my window
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| Inside the coupe blowin' on indo
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| Got cheap prices on real good out-do
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| Always at the studio, I should get out mo'
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| Always in trouble, I should get out mo'
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| These niggas tickle me, just like Elmo
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| Feelin' like The Rock servin' people elbow
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| Dark web money free like a free throw
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| She done popped Perc, now she in keyed-mode
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| Gran Coupe Bimmer, push the shit Sport mode
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| I’ma send a bale, dirt through zip codes
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| Look at me, can’t handle these bit loads
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| I ain’t talkin' Dell when I’m speakin' on Frisco
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| Futuristic, I call the shit gizmo
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| Bought it from a German, I got it in crypto
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| Hackin' this shit, lookin' out the window
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| Burn off the showroom, west coast bimbo
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| I was broke as hell, I was in limbo
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| I just wanna slice, more bread like Kimbo
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| I’ma park a big rig at my house
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| Then call the game, we’ll empty it out
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| When I was down ain’t nobody helped out
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| Niggas all crossed so a nigga held out
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| If I go behind the walls, I’ma get bailed out
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| Me and Shawn caught, we’ll come same route
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| Every time the game come shit sell out
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| Turn your music down when you pull in my yard
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| I’ll push a nigga that’s out on guard
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| Most of these niggas out here be fraud
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| Tripods and flash you’ll jump like a grashopper
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| Pull up in a Range, the Velar, that’s karma
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| Out their house with their baes and they hatin'
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| VPN on so the boys can’t check in
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| Trainin' my son by the laptop to practice
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| Breakin' them codes, my young nerds crack 'em
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| Shooter inside come, may need bail
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| Got them shoes, you’re broke and upscale
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| Big mama just pulled up to the chair
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| She gon' make sure a nigga make it, get bail
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| I just made 50K from a gateway
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| On cyberspace from a encrypted site
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| Now I’m lovin' the internet life
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| Clay Fendi wallet contain my swipe
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| Swipe that through quick the other night
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| Did two hours, let you swipe for a flight
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| Hackin' this shit, extendin' that info
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| One percent tint on my window
|
| Inside the coupe blowin' on indo
|
| Got cheap prices on real good out-do
|
| Always at the studio, I should get out mo'
|
| Always in trouble, I should get out mo'
|
| These niggas tickle me, just like Elmo
|
| Feelin' like The Rock servin' people elbow
|
| Dark web money free like a free throw
|
| She done popped Perc, now she in keyed-mode
|
| Gran Coupe Bimmer, push the shit Sport mode
|
| I’ma send a bale, dirt through zip codes
|
| Look at me, can’t handle these bit loads
|
| I ain’t talkin' Dell when I’m speakin' on Frisco
|
| Futuristic, I call the shit gizmo
|
| Bought it from a German, I got it in crypto
|
| Hackin' this shit, lookin' out the window
|
| Burn off the showroom, west coast bimbo
|
| I was broke as hell, I was in limbo
|
| I just wanna slice, more bread like Kimbo
|
| I’ma park a big rig at my house
|
| Then call the game, we’ll empty it out
|
| When I was down ain’t nobody helped out
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| Niggas all crossed so a nigga held out |