| Yeah, aye
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| Aye, this my first tape ever
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| I just wanna thank everybody
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| Mike G, you can’t do this to 'em man
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| A-A-Astro got it runnin'
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| If I pull up, guarantee she gonna fuck
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| Bitch, I’m Sad Frosty, buy your mom a Lambo truck
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| She hit my DM, but I damn near don’t even wanna fuck
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| Now she mad, sorry, bitch, yeah, you out of luck
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| I rock Bape, not Chanel, all that shit is lame
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| Made six figures, and I’m only one year in the game
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| That ain’t my mans, if he was me with a swish of fame
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| Yes, I’m rich, still rock thrift clothes and the fake chain
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| All these broke boys from my city want a feature now
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| Since I’m famous, I can fuck up on my teacher, wow
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| They like, «Damn, boy», that semi leave him speechless now
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| I get paid just to speak, don’t sell them sneakers now
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| If you catch me up in Houston, yes, I got a pole
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| And it’s legal, got it on me, life too valuable
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| I’m still the same, one up, yes, I’m still a troll
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| Had to cut off couple partners 'cause they petty stole
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| I’m platinum with my momma, up in a new house
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| With a pool house, brand new Tesla in the driveway
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| Fuck a new blouse, yeah, yeah
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| If I pull up, guarantee she gonna fuck
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| Bitch, I’m Sad Frosty, buy your mom a Lambo truck
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| She hit my DM, but I damn near don’t even wanna fuck
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| Now she mad, sorry, bitch, yeah, you out of luck |