| Come on, yeah, come on, yeah
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| Triple-X, yeah, Triple-X
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| You don’t wanna fly with me, I’m too fly to be in the city
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| Got a drop top, ain’t no Barbie, but I’m ballin' like I’m Kenny
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| Nigga pinchin' for some pennies, I just get it then I spend it
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| Boy them stolos, we ain’t rent it, I got Polo and some Dickie
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| And I’m praised just like Ricky, niggas know I came to stack
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| Plottin' like I came to kick it, girl all on my fuckin' head
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| Nah I ain’t got no sense, free my lil' whoadie Ted
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| Oh we finna jump the fence, GTA lifestyle
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| Bangin' Triple-X, yeah I’m foul, ain’t no ref
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| In denial 'cause I’m the best, ain’t no trial, I want a death
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| YNC’ll get 'em whacked, you ain’t bangin' for your set
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| Tryna beef without no bread, for some fame on Instagram, yeah
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| I’m a skinny nigga but I got my weight up
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| Nigga you ain’t wake up, go and get your cake up
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| You ain’t got no data, what you rappin' made up
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| Rather take off with that bag before I’m ever famous
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| Young nigga came from ridin', yeah I used to keep the dust
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| Now I came for the cash, I don’t trust, I just bust
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| Yeah I came for his ass, where he at? |
| Please don’t run
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| Ah, he ain’t like a bag, came to school with my funds
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| Bitch I’m booted up, and nigga I ain’t talkin' Timbs
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| True story like 2Pac, ballin' above the rim, uh
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| Pool full of money, guess I’m goin' for a swim
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| See all my niggas ballin' like we was raised in the gym
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| Hoes bein' shocked when they see me like, «Yeah, it’s him,» uh
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| Deep off in that water, I done turned into a brim
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| He tryin' to keep up with me, he better off chasin' Kim
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| My face real gator like Tebow so call me Tim, uh
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| Youngest out the camp just to blow and niggas hate it
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| Even niggas who I thought played the team, they got traded
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| So fuck it, that’s when shit got cut, I’m talkin' bladed
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| 'Fore I let you try to take what I got, I strip you naked, uh
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| These rappers out here duckin' from me, like it’s The Matrix, uh
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| Straw gon' keep the Glock and Lil Nip clutch his three-eighty, uh
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| 'Member we had winter talk in that Mercedes
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| He locked down doin' time, I’m like free Lil Tracy, yeah
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| I’m a skinny nigga but I got my weight up
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| Nigga you ain’t wake up, go and get your cake up
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| You ain’t got no data, what you rappin' made up
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| Rather take off with that bag before I’m ever famous
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| Young nigga came from ridin', yeah I used to keep the dust
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| Now I came for the cash, I don’t trust, I just bust
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| Yeah I came for his ass, where he at? |
| Please don’t run
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| Ah, he ain’t like a bag, came to school with my funds |