| Every step color coordinated when I walk inside the room
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| Hopped up out another whatchu call it?
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| And it going zoom
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| Venice and a Harry Potter book but I be totin' brooms
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| I know why you wanna hate, you got nothing else to do
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| Rifle with a scope so I see a fuckboy with a view
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| 30 stickin on my Trues
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| Sorry I ain’t have a clue
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| Do my money dance
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| Peel the gas, you see me sliding through
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| If you thought that it was safe, pussy boy we watching you
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| I got a scope
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| I got a scope
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| I got a scope, aye
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| Bitch, I will shoot ya
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| I smoked the pope
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| I smoked the pope
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| I smoked the pope
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| That hailing Medusa
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| Fuck out the way, banana will spray
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| Dogging the choppa the deadly array
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| Off of the ye, sippin kool-aid
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| Fuck a bitch shit with that knife and that nade
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| Aye, aye let’s go, hit the sto'
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| I need drank to sip some mo'
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| Right before, we hit the sto'
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| Bitch don’t touch my Gucci coat
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| Bitch, you broke
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| Yeah, you short
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| Middle finger to the pope
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| Check the dope, peep the flow
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| Paint your bitch ass like Van Gogh
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| I guess it’s simulation glitch
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| Stupid thot cuz I got rich
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| Lotta ass up on my bitch
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| Bought a Patek for my dick
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| Stack my money to the ceiling
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| Then I do that shit again
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| Two Glocks and they matching
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| So I call them bitches, «twenty twins»
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| What’s the play?
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| Posted at the trap house playin on 2K
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| Keep the K
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| Just in case them fuckboys try to slide my way
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| Double Ks
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| Take the police on the e-way for a chase
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| Disobey and I promise yo punk ass can’t evade (aye)
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| Watch how you touch me, these fibers are delicate
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| Bitch on some etiquette, suck on my elephant
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| I am surrounded by guns like the president
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| Police they try to roll me for embezzlement
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| I got a stick n a K wit that 50, the drum lookin like it was flashin a titty
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| I’m breakin a pound while I’m makin a quarter
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| Pull up wit gorillas you lookin for cover
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| Boobie the driver and bitch I’m the shoota
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| I’m holdin the Choppa and Boobie the Ruger
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| I kick in your door with a two ton bazooka
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| I blow your shit back while I’m blowin the tooka
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| Money so long that I expand the ruler
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| Diamonds is drippin, shout out to my jeweler
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| Spittin is pimpin the product I’m whippin
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| I break up a bundle and sell to consumers |