| Yeah, I eat good, I’m stackin' up calories
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| Poppin' these pills, I’m burnin 'em off
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| Got a new coupe, seats peanut butter tan
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| I’m drivin' 'round the city with the top off (Skrrt)
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| Started out broke as a joke with a plan, I turned into the top dog
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| Came from the streets, got a lot of respect, it don’t cost to get 'em knocked
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| off
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| Burr, burr, burr, yeah
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| Bullets, they bite, they hurt, yeah (Bite)
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| Treat my bitch the worst, yeah
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| Tryna put the stick in her purse, yeah (Woah)
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| You can take me out the streets, but the streets will never be outta me
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| (Streets)
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| I don’t gotta prove myself for shit
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| If you run up on me, you gon' see (Right now)
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| Chirp, chirp, chirp, yeah
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| I get birds for sure, yeah (Brr)
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| Lurk, lurk, lurk, yeah
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| One call, killers gon' lurk, yeah (Lurkin')
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| Lately, it feel like everybody tryna get reactions out of me (Me)
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| Gotta play it cool on the internet, but I’m a savage in reality
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| Two hundred plus on the digital dash
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| 200K, that’s in physical cash
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| Stop all the hate with your miserable ass
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| Got me a shorty, her physical bad (Yeah)
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| Run it up, you could put it on my tab
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| Shit that I got, I thought I’d never have
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| Fresh off the lot, I got on paper tags
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| Smokin' exotic, you can’t get a drag
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| Long laces and my shorts Rick Owen
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| Turn off the lights and my neck still glowin'
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| I’m the type pull up with vibes and they blowin'
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| Where I’m from, people get shot when it’s snowin'
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| My brother can’t read, but he still got a sentence
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| Had to fall back, now I’m back with a vengeance
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| I get 'em short and I stack up my tennis
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| Empty my bank account, then I replenish
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| Yeah, I eat good, I’m stackin' up calories
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| Poppin' these pills, I’m burnin 'em off
|
| Got a new coupe, seats peanut butter tan
|
| I’m drivin' 'round the city with the top off (Skrrt)
|
| Started out broke as a joke with a plan, I turned into the top dog
|
| Came from the streets, got a lot of respect, it don’t cost to get 'em knocked
|
| off
|
| Burr, burr, burr, yeah
|
| Bullets, they bite, they hurt, yeah (Bite)
|
| Treat my bitch the worst, yeah
|
| Tryna put the stick in her purse, yeah (Woah)
|
| You can take me out the streets, but the streets will never be outta me
|
| (Streets)
|
| I don’t gotta prove myself for shit
|
| If you run up on me, you gon' see (Right now)
|
| Chirp, chirp, chirp, yeah
|
| I get birds for sure, yeah (Brr)
|
| Lurk, lurk, lurk, yeah
|
| One call, killers gon' lurk, yeah (Lurkin')
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| Lately, it feel like everybody tryna get reactions out of me (Me)
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| Gotta play it cool on the internet, but I’m a savage in reality |