| Rocks on my hand and I’m thinking grand canyon
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| Knew they would start hating so I had to cop the mansion
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| So I can ride out, I can hide out
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| I can dip and dive out, check my wrist now
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| My wrist bling blow cost like fifty tho'
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| I jumped out the car and I smell like sour (diesel)
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| Smell like sour diesel, showing off for people
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| Haters-haters try to see me, flash the desert eagle
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| (Ride out) I had to slide out (Slide out)
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| Had to come through, pull the mouth out (Ice)
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| Grill, a-aquaberry stones
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| It’s Blueberry Jones, Al Capone
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| Watch me work the wheel cause I’m in steel
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| I can showcase skills from Antwon to Nashville
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| Still riding on crome
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| Half my body from Katy, Texas, other half on acres home
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| I did that, came through the rims peeled back
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| Got a hundred thousand stack
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| Gotta make my paper, gotta floss the navigator
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| Gotta cop a skyscraper, shake the equator, did that
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| It’s the boy RiFF RAFF
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| Came through show my skills, I might work me a wheel
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| I’ma sign me a deal and then I tear that bitch up
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| Give a fuck ride buck troph-trophy truck, RiFF
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| I might fuck your bitch in my Supreme boxers, So
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| The way I ball I probably could’ve played soccer
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| I got that foreign money on me
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| I got the foreign bitches on me too
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| I can not fall for no hoe
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| I just be chasing the dough, I put that on my crew
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| Fuck any model bitches by the twos
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| I dropped a band on my designer shoes
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| Getting some head from your main while I cruise
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| When you on top, I swear bitches gon' choose
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| Your shorty at the mansion she gettin' loose, somebody please go get her, yuh
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| Me and my niggas is hitter
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| Now it’s time to get right back to the skrilla
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| It’s Trill Sam, god damn I might cop me a Lamb
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| Bulletproof my sedan, my bitch keep a spray tan
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| Smoke like Snoop, jump out coupe, just might raise my roof
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| Ain’t your diamonds see through, see through, see through
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| Raise my number like I raised my features
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| Fuck a teacher under bleachers for a new pair of speakers
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| Or a new pair of sneaker, bitch I’m rockin' J’s
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| Bitch I’m catching plays
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| Chop blade like taper fade, damn
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| So I can ride out, I can hide out
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| RiFF |