| I flip that bitch like a vegetable
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| My pants, they sag like a testicle
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| Bands in the back, I got revenue
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| Where is the vibes? |
| Come and send 'em through
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| I am so frozen, I tried to move
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| Over my head sipping junkie juice
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| I’m in that bitch, they ask, «Who is you?»
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| 'Cause I’m popping out with that newy-new (Hey)
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| Really be going, we really be rolling
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| That Benz, take it off of the lot
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| I’m staying cautious, just watching my back
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| 'Cause I cannot give 'em the drop (Hold on, wait)
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| These bitches is really some birds
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| I had to lead 'em to the flock
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| Making my moves, over your time
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| Don’t give a fuck 'bout your clock
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| Don’t do no faking, you know who it is
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| Not even Ty, it’s Michi in this bitch
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| I got the Faygo and dropped in the woo, woo
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| Body like jello, I swear I’m in bliss
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| Oatmeal bitch, need her oatmeal thick
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| Her vibrating shaking that ass
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| Already sick from that fit on my shit
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| I didn’t even need a mask (Yessir)
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| These niggas minor, they lesser
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| Up in the school, I got best dresser
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| I’ma drip like this regardless the weather
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| How I’m so flee but fly like a feather?
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| Ricky the coat, Seventh Heaven jacket
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| I got C on my feet without a racket
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| In the eighth grade, they would call me a fag
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| Said my jeans was too tight, but for real they was lavish
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| I flip that bitch like a vegetable
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| My pants, they sag like a testicle
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| Bands in the back, I got revenue
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| Where is the vibes? |
| Come and send 'em through
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| I am so frozen, I tried to move
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| Over my head sipping junkie juice
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| I’m in that bitch, they ask, «Who is you?»
|
| 'Cause I’m popping out with that newy-new (Hey)
|
| Really be going, we really be rolling
|
| That Benz, take it off of the lot
|
| I’m staying cautious, just watching my back
|
| 'Cause I cannot give 'em the drop (Hold on, wait)
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| These bitches is really some birds
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| I had to lead 'em to the flock
|
| Making my moves, over your time
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| Don’t give a fuck 'bout your clock
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| I’m staying cautious, young CEO on his boss shit
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| Every decision I make could be costly
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| Slip on a move, you don’t know what could cost me
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| So I’m popping out flossy, don’t care what it cost me
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| You only live once, you can’t die with this money
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| So I put in that work and you can’t take it from me
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| And when I look back at my legacy
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| And the things I have done, I realize it’s nothing
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| I flipped that bitch and turned nothing to something
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| Then blew that shit, it turned back into nothing
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| Wasn’t there for long 'cause I can’t stop hustling
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| Got the front on, shout out my cousin
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| So I realized that I only got me
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| You should realize that you only got you
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| Have to do me, the people plea
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| Tell me why I should give a fuck about you
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| I flip that bitch like a vegetable
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| My pants, they sag like a testicle
|
| Bands in the back, I got revenue
|
| Where is the vibes? |
| Come and send 'em through
|
| I am so frozen, I tried to move
|
| Over my head sipping junkie juice
|
| I’m in that bitch, they ask, «Who is you?»
|
| 'Cause I’m popping out with that newy-new (Hey)
|
| Really be going, we really be rolling
|
| That Benz, take it off of the lot
|
| I’m staying cautious, just watching my back
|
| 'Cause I cannot give 'em the drop (Hold on, wait)
|
| These bitches is really some birds
|
| I had to lead 'em to the flock
|
| Making my moves, over your time
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| Don’t give a fuck 'bout your clock
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| Hahahaha |