| Hit the club, thirty minutes, left with two bitches, nigga that’s some real shit
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| I ain’t give them hoes a dime made 'em pay me, nigga that’s a real pimp
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| I’ll fuck a nigga baby mama and don’t feel sorry, not a little bit
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| Sippin' dirty pineapple Fanta, got me so sleep that I don’t feel shit
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| RIP my nigga J-Bo, RIP my nigga Nef ho
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| Rest in peace to Auntie Portland nigga, she taught a nigga how to sell dope
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| Feds listen to everything we say, nigga I ain’t talkin' on the cellphone
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| Judge gave my nigga thirty-five, he was in his twenties, that’s a red road
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| I ain’t fuckin' with you rat niggas, I ain’t think about no pussy either
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| I be in the streets every day, a nigga ain’t gon' mush me or push me either
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| I’m a real stand-up nigga, you be on your knees, you a pussy eater
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| Sold thirty pints less than ten minutes, came right back, niggas couldn’t
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| believe it
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| I ain’t lyin' 'bout no pussy niggas, I ain’t sweatin' no fake hoes
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| All I want is an i8, an AP, and a bankroll
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| Your bitch like Shanaynay, my bitch like J-Lo
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| Pullin' up with the Stinc Team, bouncin' out with them dracos
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| I ain’t lyin' 'bout no pussy niggas, I ain’t sweatin' no fake hoes
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| All I want is an i8, an AP, and a bankroll
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| Your bitch like Shanaynay, my bitch like J-Lo
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| Pullin' up with the Stinc Team, bouncin' out with them dracos
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| This is all ways of thirty-seven
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| Amiri jeans, I don’t need a belt
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| Grocery shopping in the wick line
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| Used to pray to God that the cheese would melt
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| Thirty pointers in the diamond chain
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| Couple carats in the diamond ring
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| Had to cut your phone out of range
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| I ain’t get the text, I ain’t hear it ring
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| New field playin' this shit, new niggas playin' this street
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| VS1's in a nigga teeth, F & Co. made it, you can ask G
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| Brooklyn bitch got some good pussy, ten K if you wanna book me
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| Backwood full of killzone, gelato fire, not no cookie
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| Detail on a new foreign, road runner, pull up on me when I call
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| Oh 2018 your year? |
| we gon' see how many of you niggas ball
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| Versace boxers all on my ass, every day of the week got a new color
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| Red seats, white Bentley truck, been thinkin' about paintin' it a new color,
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| it’s Philthy
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| I ain’t lyin' 'bout no pussy niggas, I ain’t sweatin' no fake hoes
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| All I want is an i8, an AP, and a bankroll
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| Your bitch like Shanaynay, my bitch like J-Lo
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| Pullin' up with the Stinc Team, bouncin' out with them dracos
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| I ain’t lyin' 'bout no pussy niggas, I ain’t sweatin' no fake hoes
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| All I want is an i8, an AP, and a bankroll
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| Your bitch like Shanaynay, my bitch like J-Lo
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| Pullin' up with the Stinc Team, bouncin' out with them dracos
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| Forty block and Ventraro, them my blocks since a day old
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| Sold blocks on the same block, been stackin' up legos
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| Keep shooters on stand-by, they shoot when I say so
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| Stretch dog with the fentanyl, stretch lean with the Karo
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| Big dog, that’s all, fuckin' off, we don’t save hoes
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| Mac and cheese with the drumstick, we’ll mash your potato
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| Nigga talkin' 'bout attempted murder, lil dog we don’t claim those
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| Doin' drills in the same car, the same gun, the same clothes
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| All I wanted was a Maybach, all I wanted was an AP
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| Compare you to Denzel, compare me to Jay-Z
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| I don’t need niggas around me, still me when I’m in deep
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| Quarter nine on a twenty ounce, I’m surprised that I ain’t sleep
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| I ain’t lyin' 'bout no pussy niggas, I ain’t sweatin' no fake hoes
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| All I want is an i8, an AP, and a bankroll
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| Your bitch like Shanaynay, my bitch like J-Lo
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| Pullin' up with the Stinc Team, bouncin' out with them dracos
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| I ain’t lyin' 'bout no pussy niggas, I ain’t sweatin' no fake hoes
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| All I want is an i8, an AP, and a bankroll
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| Your bitch like Shanaynay, my bitch like J-Lo
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| Pullin' up with the Stinc Team, bouncin' out with them dracos
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| Pulled up with the Cash Click, bounced out, act an A-hole
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| Bad bitch just cashed in, look like ten out of A-hole
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| Ballin' hard like Kyrie, fade away on these fake hoes
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| Lookin' for a brick of lean nigga, better not be Karo
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| My lil bros move me, 'bout me they take your face off
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| Me and Boog finna take off, hard work but it paid off
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| Go against the grain, them choppers bang, get you whacked like Adolf
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| We ain’t takin' no days off, we gon' ball like the playoffs
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| My wrist on skate, pull up i8
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| Tucked behind these dark tints, you can’t see my face
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| My bitch body’s like J-Lo's, look at her waist
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| Overlapping these broke niggas, come join this race, ayy
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| I ain’t lyin' 'bout no pussy niggas, I ain’t sweatin' no fake hoes
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| All I want is an i8, an AP, and a bankroll
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| Your bitch like Shanaynay, my bitch like J-Lo
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| Pullin' up with the Stinc Team, bouncin' out with them dracos
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| I ain’t lyin' 'bout no pussy niggas, I ain’t sweatin' no fake hoes
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| All I want is an i8, an AP, and a bankroll
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| Your bitch like Shanaynay, my bitch like J-Lo
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| Pullin' up with the Stinc Team, bouncin' out with them dracos |