| Intoxicated drivin', I know I’m gon' crash
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| Hundred racks inside the Goyard bag, yeah
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| Paper comin' in while I relax
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| You niggas just scared, ain’t nothin' dead 'bout the trap
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| They want me dead, that’s why I tote a fifty, yeah
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| Spin that paper, make that money dizzy
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| Flooded my hood with drakes, we never seen Drizzy
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| No mouse allowed in the trap, we killin' Mickeys, yeah
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| We don’t fuck with 12 we killin' Colt McCoys, yeah
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| Two chains on like I’m Tity Boi
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| Thinkin' 'bout my rap tour like I’m Vince Carter
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| Soon we thought we made it out, shit got a lil' harder
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| Came up off a nick, I’m tryin' fuck Minaj
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| She just watched me make a ten, still make her starve
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| I’m still tryin' raw her out, I don’t care if we vibe or not
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| Treat his corner like a puck, hit his block and we slidin' out
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| Percecots got me geeked like a smart dude
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| Don’t hustle 'cause it’s Tuesday, I know how narcs move
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| Nigga, it’s yellow in my cup, I drop a Bart deuce
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| Fuck that nat, we made a movie, no help, we made a part two
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| Vision gettin' blurry, I’m just tryna' make it home
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| i8 doors up, remember days that I was hungry
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| Engine came with horses, I’m not wearin' Ralph Lauren
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| Fell asleep behind the wheel, I’m Fresh Prince in the morning
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| Intoxicated drivin', I know I’m gon' crash
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| Hundred racks inside the Goyard bag, yeah
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| Paper comin' in while I relax
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| You niggas just scared, ain’t nothin' dead 'bout the trap
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| They want me dead, that’s why I tote a fifty, yeah
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| Spin that paper, make that money dizzy
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| Flooded my hood with drakes, we never seen Drizzy
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| No mouse allowed in the trap, we killin' Mickeys |