| Man, this shit get deeper than the Devils Lake
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| In the newest 'Vette, I stumped the pedal 'til the metal break
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| Nigga chain full of VS1s, but the medal fake
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| I’m finna drink a whole pint, that’s how I meditate
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| Throw a party on a opp block, we call that celebratin'
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| Nigga shootin' .22 chops, they barely penetratin'
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| Nigga play with me, he gon' get the key to Heaven’s gates
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| Two phones ringin' back to back like I’m Kevin Gates
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| I got some dogs from Louisiana
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| And my juice plug keep gettin' act, I think he from Dallas
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| Nigga run up on me trippin', he gon' need a casket
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| Fuck around and run into a Drake like he be in Canada
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| Shit gettin' out of hand, I’ma need a manager
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| Thirty clip pokin', can’t conceal it, I’ma need a stander
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| Put my son in bed in a pair of Louis V pyjamas
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| I used to sleep on dirty floors, now I sleep in phantoms
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| Wake up on Miami Beach, all I see is sand
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| Take a look out my kitchen window, all I see is land
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| It only been thirty minutes, I made three more bands
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| Too much paper, I can’t even blow it, I’ma need a fan
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| I can’t even count it, I need three more hands
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| I was 'bout to up the strap on dog, but he might be a fan
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| Fifty grands, it kinda pale, it’s gon' need a tan, man
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| The AR got titties on it, it’s gon' need a bra
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| I just put a pint together, it’s gon' need some panties
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| Had to call my nigga, double up, I know he gon' wrap it
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| 'Bout to sell it to my country nigga, you know Rio gon' tax him
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| Whole time, I’m in the backseat, I’m prayin' he don’t crack it
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| Drinkin' Hi-Tech, pop red as a Dorito wrapper
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| Deal off if the seal off, bro, you can keep your achy
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| Yes, I turned the pint down just 'cause a piece of plastic
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| I don’t want it if it ain’t sealed
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| I’ll turn that feature money down if you ain’t real
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| Pull my Glock out, empty your pockets, nigga, stay still
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| I’m finna sell a hunnid roxies, but they ain’t pills
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| Yeah, they pressed up
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| Only sold my nigga two lines, I poured the rest up
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| Told you I’ma take your head off, boy, put that vest up
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| Right now the ball in my position, nigga, check up |