| I got that burner on me now, yeah
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| Whole lot of money on me now, yeah
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| Diamonds dancing on me now, yeah
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| Hitters on go and they gon' ride, yeah
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| Every diamond on me wet
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| Heard he got anna on his chest
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| I’ma die 'bout my respect yeah
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| Got my foot on niggas' necks, yeah
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| I come from the mud, diamonds wet like floods
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| Pour up see the suds, you snitch you the fuzz
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| YoungBoy them on go
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| Choppers outside the show
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| Horseshoes on my toe
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| I just smoked a bowl
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| YoungBoy screaming murder
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| Killers in my circle
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| Bitch I’m out the north
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| Straight out the gutter like some turtles
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| I know that gang you heard of
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| BGE, them be my brothers
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| I can’t talk, that chopper stutter
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| They don’t like you then it’s fuck you
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| I got some killers with me straight up out that mainframe
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| And all my fed babies with me hollerin' gang gang
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| And every OG with me smoke on dope and sell 'caine
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| And we got bricks out in the label, that’s the same thing
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| I got that burner on me now, yeah
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| Whole lot of money on me now, yeah
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| Diamonds dancing on me now, yeah
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| Hitters on go and they gon' ride, yeah
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| Every diamond on me wet
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| Heard he got anna on his chest
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| I’ma die 'bout my respect yeah
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| Got my foot on niggas' necks, yeah
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| These niggas know we ain’t acting
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| You get out your body, you know we gon' stamp you
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| You see I pulled up with them shooters
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| You go at your move and you know we gon' ban you
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| Whole lot of money on me now and all these diamonds dancing
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| I’m a street nigga out that north, yeah bitch you know I’m fastin'
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| NBA and BGE we on the same thing
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| Sure you want beef, I drop a check down on your main main
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| I got some killers with me straight up out that mainframe
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| Don’t know Chief Keef but all my niggas hollerin' bang bang
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| Pull up, I’m hopping straight out of the cell
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| KD and Three-Three, they catchin' a sale
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| Ain’t coppin' no deuce, I ain’t throwing my hand
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| Say you want beef and we bringin' 'em hell
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| These niggas hatin' like they retarded, guess these niggas crazy
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| On all my babies, quit the facing, never let 'em take me
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| Blue cheese bag, I want Ben on all my faces
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| Ain’t no dope, I beat my laces
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| I spit that flame, I spit that cajun
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| Roll that kush, I keep it blazin'
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| Hit the stage, crowd ragin'
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| Niggas pissed off 'cause I made it
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| Two-three chains on me, that’s slavery
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| I got that burner on me now, yeah
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| Whole lot of money on me now, yeah
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| Diamonds dancing on me now, yeah
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| Hitters on go and they gon' ride, yeah
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| Every diamond on me wet
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| Heard he got anna on his chest
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| I’ma die 'bout my respect yeah
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| Got my foot on niggas' necks, yeah |