| Ain’t no congrats, I’m hitting them with a cheer
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| Must be the devil like how would you dare? |
| (What?)
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| These niggas broke and we beyond compare
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| Drip is exclusive, can’t find it on Grailed (Dig)
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| I’ll say it again so I might sound repetitive
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| When it come to the dripping, they just can’t compare
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| I don’t know why they think they are competitors
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| It must be a circus, this shit isn’t fair
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| I got that FN, it’s made out of plastic (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| Weigh four pounds, I bought it because it was rare (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| Put this shit on and I go up (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| Like butterfly doors in the coupe and they calling me rare (Yeah, yeah, yeah,
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| yeah)
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| Spent seventy-five hundred on loafers (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| You know I do not do no penny loafing, I swear (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| I got the keys like Beethoven (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| You know he was black so we call him Zaytoven, I swear (Yeah, yeah)
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| Told your ho to wipe my floor
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| Put more ice in my soda, my Backwood, she roll up
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| My dick in her throat so you know her throat swollen
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| Got lean in my spleen, in my kidney, my colon
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| I’m covered in green, they calling me Yoda
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| My shooter, my soldier, got shot 'cause I told him
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| We don’t do the posing, just do the exposing
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| We don’t do the most, we just do what we supposed to
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| Yeah, shells (Uh, what?)
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| I got shells (What?)
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| Shells (Shells)
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| Uh, taco bells (Dig)
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| Shells (Dig)
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| I got shells and bells (Dig)
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| Taco bells (Huh, what?)
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| Waving my strap in the air (What?)
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| I’m waving my strap in the air (What?)
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| I’m waving my strap in the air (What?)
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| I’m toting my Glock in the air (What?)
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| I’m throwing my gang in the air (What?)
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| I’m throwing my gang in the air (What?)
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| I’m toting my strap in the air (What?)
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| It’s up so you know it’s stuck there (Yeah)
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| It’s up so you know it’s stuck there (Yeah)
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| I bet you ain’t know you was dangerous (No)
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| I bet you ain’t know you was dangerous (What?)
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| I bet you ain’t know you was dangerous (What?)
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| I bet you ain’t know you was dangerous (No)
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| I bet you ain’t know you was dangerous (Yeah)
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| I bet you ain’t know you was dangerous (Uh)
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| I bet you ain’t know you was dangerous
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| I bet you ain’t know you was dangerous (Yeah)
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| I fold that lil' ho like a hanger (Yeah)
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| No parachute, she wanna hang with us (Yeah)
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| You know that we live a little dangerous (Yeah)
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| We snuck in the club with the bangers (Yeah)
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| We snuck in the club with the bangers (Yeah)
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| A choker on my neck, ain’t no strangling (Yeah)
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| These VVS chains, they dangling
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| You know you can’t catch up with strangers
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| Sink to the bottom like anchors (Yeah)
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| I hit that ho from the back
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| She grab on my balls, I grab on her ankles (What?)
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| Smoking on Backwood
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| Dripping in Westwood, I just told Vivienne, «Thank you» (Thank you)
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| The hollow tips hit that little boy
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| Put his ass in a box, more like a rectangle
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| Me and your bitch is entangled
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| Yeah, shells
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| I got shells (Yeah, what?)
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| Shells (Huh, what?)
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| Uh, taco bells (What?)
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| Shells (Dig)
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| I got shells and bells (What?)
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| Taco bells (What, what?)
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| Waving my strap in the air (Yeah)
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| I’m waving my strap in the air (Yeah, yeah)
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| I’m waving my strap in the air (Yeah, yeah)
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| I’m toting my Glock in the air (Yeah)
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| I’m throwing my gang in the air (Yeah)
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| I’m throwing my gang in the air (Yeah)
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| I’m toting my strap in the air (Yeah)
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| It’s up so you know it’s stuck there (Yeah)
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| It’s up so you know it’s stuck there (Dig)
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Uno, I killed it |