| Hey, hey
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| Ice cold, dog
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| Ayy
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| Vlone on my body, I pull up and then I flex, ayy
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| Ice cold wrist, diamonds holdin' down my neck, ayy
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| Fake niggas see through, you could call it x-ray
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| Real niggas stay true, I call that my gang, gang
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| Vlone on my body, I pull up and then I flex, ayy
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| Ice cold wrist, diamonds holdin' down my neck, ayy
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| Fake niggas see through, you could call it x-ray
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| Real niggas stay true, I call that my gang, gang
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| Remember old days sellin' candy on the train
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| We ain’t had no money, all my brothers hit a stain
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| School next day had to cop a new jet, ayy
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| And they cut ya ass 'cause your brother don’t get paid
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| And now we in a foreign in the freeway switchin' lanes
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| Top off flashing, shawties wanna know my name
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| New whip, mansion, smellin' just like Mary Jane
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| 6, 19, you don’t wanna play the game
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| Grew up from the bottom, now I’m tryna reach the top
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| Pockets used to be a low now I’m gettin' all this guap
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| Writin' letters to my guys free my niggas off the rock
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| Happy for the ones there’s here 'cause that’s all I really got
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| Vlone on my body, I pull up and then I flex, ayy
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| Ice cold wrist, diamonds holdin' down my neck, ayy
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| Fake niggas see through, you could call it x-ray
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| Real niggas stay true, I call that my gang, gang
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| Vlone on my body, I pull up and then I flex, ayy
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| Ice cold wrist, diamonds holdin' down my neck, ayy
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| Fake niggas see through, you could call it x-ray
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| Real niggas stay true, I call that my gang, gang
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| Lamborghini switch the whip
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| Bugatti rollin' down the strip
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| Pull up and I’m movin' swift
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| Got in the booth and nigga got rich
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| You ain’t even my shawty, why you trippin' on me
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| When I pull up on your strip, you know know I’ma OG
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| All white on me, Vlone with the big V
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| All white on me, Vlone all on my tee
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| I remember I was broke, trappin' on the low key
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| How you asking me for money? |
| Why you think you so sweet?
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| Vlone on my body, I pull up and then I flex, ayy
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| Got a big vest and inside I got the TEC
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| Don' my op, I’m just tryna chase a check
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| I just got a hundred mil 'bout to go cop the wraith
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| Vlone on my body, I pull up and then I flex, ayy
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| Ice cold wrist, diamonds holdin' down my neck, ayy
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| Fake niggas see through, you could call it x-ray
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| Real niggas stay true, I call that my gang, gang
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| Vlone on my body, I pull up and then I flex, ayy
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| Ice cold wrist, diamonds holdin' down my neck, ayy
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| Fake niggas see through, you could call it x-ray
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| Real niggas stay true, I call that my gang, gang |