| Ayo, Rvssian, you're a space cadet with this one
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| (Ayy, Rvssian)
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| I checked my bank account, it was negative
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| I checked again, I had me some M&Ms
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| I ain't fuckin' on a ho if she regular
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| I'm putting bad bitches on the schedule
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| They dropped the sauce, they mad I leveled up
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| Shine in the dark, I'm holdin' my Rollies up
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| I'm from the streets, I got my portfolio
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| They talkin' bad, they don't even know me though
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| I got this game I got from the corner store
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| Gotta be in it, cannot be on you though
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| I used to serve for real like a Dominos
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| I sip the syrup for real, my momma know
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| Hit from the back, I stand on my tippie-toe
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| Now I'm so smooth, roll through like a finger roll
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| They'll never understand all this lingo
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| I get them bricks in like a gringo
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| Ho hoppin', tote poppin'
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| Keep a nigga main bitch throat poppin'
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| Keep the squirrels in the hood like I know papi
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| Chop 'em down like I teach karate
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| My lil' niggas run up in there like robots
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| Trap bunkin', I got four spots
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| Automatic twelve gauge, that's a door stopper
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| Catch 'em slippin', we gon' throw 'em out
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| If it's four of us, we got four choppers
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| If it's three of us, we got three choppers
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| Do you get the point? |
| Man, we keep choppers
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| We gon' fold 'em up like some Reebox
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| Turn a Glock .40 to a beat box
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| Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa
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| Pow-pow-pow-pow-pow
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| When it's beef I ain't hear a peep out ya
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| If they kill me, they gon' creep 'bout ya
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| I'm a God in my hood, you can read 'bout it
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| I put shooters on payroll, I feed goblins
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| Every nigga around me ain't gon' need nothin'
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| Fly the homies in town, they gon' crease somethin'
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| While I sit back and have me a threesome
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| Got these old head niggas in they feelings
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| They gon' really be mad when I fuck they bitches
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| I checked my bank account, it was negative
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| I checked again, I had me some M&Ms
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| I ain't fuckin' on a ho if she regular
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| I'm putting bad bitches on the schedule
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| They dropped the sauce, they mad I leveled up
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| Shine in the dark, I'm holdin' my Rollies up
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| I'm from the streets, I got my portfolio
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| They talkin' bad, they don't even know me though
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| I got this game I got it from the corner store
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| Gotta be in it, cannot be on you though
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| I used to serve for real like a Dominos
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| I sip the syrup for real, my momma know
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| Hit from the back, I stand on my tippie-toe
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| Now I'm so smooth, roll through like a finger roll
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| They'll never understand all this lingo
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| I get them bricks in like a gringo
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| In the streets, Pluto bigger than Jigga
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| Got racks to my ear, nah, I can't hear you
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| Come to the jeweler, it come to this mula
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| You might as well call me Godzilla
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| I got these thotties and hotties, exotics
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| Exotics got bodies on bodies, what's up?
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| Real, I'm a rock star but way triller
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| I fucked on a pop star then hit a stripper
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| I rock Cavalli, man, fuck bein' modest
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| Just looked at my arm, that's a new Maserati
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| I'm overseas on you lil' bitty shrimps
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| Somebody country and I'm higher than a blimp
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| I fucked a rapper bitch and had her star struck
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| Man, I damn near should've been a pimp
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| I put her in Tom Ford googles
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| When she go down to give a nigga lip
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| I'm over-quoted, I'm worse than Ebola
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| Coco Chanel, got them straight out the corner
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| Pitch black, see I'm lit up, Baguetti
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| I slice a average like a machete
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| Flyer than a parachute, never forget it
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| You niggas some hoes, don't ever forget it
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| I checked my bank account, it was negative
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| I checked again, I had me some M&Ms
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| I ain't fuckin' on a ho if she regular
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| I'm putting bad bitches on the schedule
|
| They dropped the sauce, they mad I leveled up
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| Shine in the dark, I'm holdin' my Rollies up
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| I'm from the streets, I got my portfolio
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| They talkin' bad, they don't even know me though
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| I got this game I got it from the corner store
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| Gotta be in it, cannot be on you though
|
| I used to serve for real like a Dominos
|
| I sip the syrup for real, my momma know
|
| Hit from the back, I stand on my tippie-toe
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| Now I'm so smooth, roll through like a finger roll
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| They'll never understand all this lingo
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| I get them bricks in like a gringo
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| You know how the niggas comin' 'bout Rvssian
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| Whole lotta Free Bandz, whole lotta money
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| You know what I'm sayin'?
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| Whole lotta shottas, don't play with them |