| Dope spoons blacker than Popo
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| What color tops we use in shootouts in cherry DeLoreans (Skrrt, brr)
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| The pole with the cooler, everybody gotta go one day
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| But you goin' sooner (Doot, doot, brr, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, brr,
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| brr)
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| Figure-four galores, my wide-body's lookin' gorgeous (Ah)
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| Starin' at a millionaire’s necks, cost a fortune
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| Margiela at Jummah, the half-roof Porsche (Skrrt)
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| Ayo (Ah), neck Lorraine, full-length mink at the Sabres game
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| Bullets make him drop thirty pounds, he should’ve tucked his chain (Boom, boom,
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| boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
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| Caught him by the Utica station, niggas pacin' (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
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| Hid the forty by the Oakk Room, went in, did my one-two (Ah)
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| Chloe, what you drinkin'? |
| Make sure my bottle’s gold
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| Gator bites out of Pappadeaux, gettin' tans down in Pompano
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| Who fuckin' with me? |
| That shit impossible
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| Ayo (Ah), niggas tryna do the knowledge
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| I chose the feds, said fuck college
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| I parked the Rolls on College (Skrrt)
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| Got the stove with the rose gold pilot, peep the science (Ah)
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| On the island and we cookin' work, the violence
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| Brick of coke pioneers, imagine laying on the cot
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| Haven’t seen your fam in years (Ah), lookin' at old pics
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| Droppin' tears, my old celly live like that (Ah)
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| Inshallah, I’m never goin' back (Never goin' back) |