| Aye I’m fucking on your baby mama ho' 2020 we in this bitch with that
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| motherfucking-
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| Brrt!
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| Uh!
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| Woo! |
| Aye!
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| A-A-Astro got it running
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| Uh, pulled out that chopper, I hit with that blicky
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| These bitches be talkin', they know I’m legit
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| Can’t save that bitch, I’mma give me them chips
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| I’mma stack up this cash to the sun
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| I might just hit with that blade
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| My lil' bro riding shotgun, he keep him a gun
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| Fresh outta my city, they hear that I’m talkin'
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| The opps they all pussy, they see me and run
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| Won’t mix the lean with no Sprite
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| I don’t love on that thot, she just good for one night
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| Uh, I want a Bentley, that Mulsanne
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| But pulled up in Tesla, did that just for fun
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| .45ers on me, no swear
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| I pulled up with horses in front like a sleigh
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| You say you fucked with that bitch
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| Well, I fucked on that bitch, kicked her out, she a bum
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| Fuck a feature, boy, they know I’m the shit
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| I’d rather get money than go text a bitch
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| Remember was broke, now, my pockets legit
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| Stop flexin' them 20's, we know you ain’t rich
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| Ballin', so I don’t got no debt
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| When you really get paper, you don’t gotta flex
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| That clip like a ruler, then take off his neck
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| Do a feature with me, then lil' bro 'gon get swept
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| Uh, pulled out that chopper, I hit with that blicky
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| These bitches be talkin', they know I’m legit
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| Can’t save that bitch, I’mma give me them chips
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| I’mma stack up this cash to the sun
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| I might just hit with that blade
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| My lil' bro riding shotgun, he keep him a gun
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| Fresh outta my city, they hear that I’m talkin'
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| The opps they all pussy, they see me and run |