| Tryna get the bands, mariachi
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| Boom cut the sample Ima grill it, hibachi
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| And I’ve been on 10 since 10 in the morning
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| Shining like a star you should’ve seen a nigga coming
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| Tryna get the bands, mariachi
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| Boom cut the sample Ima grill it, hibachi
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| And I’ve been on 10 since 10 in the morning
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| Shootin' like a star I know you niggas started running one
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| Headed to the tip, buckle up
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| All my brothers know what’s up, fuck with us we going up
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| Bank account was mad low but patience still running high
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| Lame niggas duck and I’m sure you missed the hideout
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| And I’ve been on my game now, never runnin' out of bounds
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| In the lab late night, really tryna get it right
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| Plus I’m on that promise that I would never stop
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| Never runnin' out of juice, tell her this is what we sip and mixed it with the
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| goose
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| Started paying attention, chasing dreams with the Riddley
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| Fixated on glory, stiff arm the competition
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| Never brag on successes that you had in the past
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| Tables will turn quick, can’t make another hit
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| I refuse to lose, told me team we gon' make it |
| Went from missing long payments to laughing at bank statements
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| A couple of laws got me feeling better
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| I treat it like it’s forever
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| Gotta get it now I’m Tryna get the bands, mariachi
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| Boom cut the sample Ima grill it, hibachi
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| And I’ve been on 10 since 10 in the morning
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| Shining like a star you should’ve seen a nigga coming
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| Tryna get the bands, mariachi
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| Boom cut the sample Ima grill it, hibachi
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| And I’ve been on 10 since 10 in the morning
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| Shootin' like a star I know you niggas started running one
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| You ain’t hear me comin', yo girl told me she cummin'
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| Blockin' on for beats and now I’m blockin' on for bustin'
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| Flexin' on any tempo legend like Caden Temple
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| I’m tempted to actin' nasty, feelings are made of glass
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| I don’t want a Bugatti, all you niggas is buggin'
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| Zuckerberg ridin' Uber and Buffet pushin' the buckets
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| Crawled up out of the hole, niggas been through the shit
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| Traveled across an ocean then survived on a ship, shit
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| I remember cookin' hella piece up in the kitchen
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| Now I’m dishin' shit like Jason Kidd and I ain’t kiddin' |
| Call me Skye Summers all I see is red niggas
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| Shit up in the bomb, 25 yeah it’s tickin'
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| Pourin' down rain never catch a G slippin'
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| Never since I started rapping now they lookin' at me different
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| Keep a J Role with the hands down my denim
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| I see no other option when it comes to winnin'
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| Tryna get the bands, mariachi
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| Boom cut the sample Ima grill it, hibachi
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| And I’ve been on 10 since 10 in the morning
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| Shining like a star you should’ve seen a nigga coming
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| Tryna get the bands, mariachi
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| Boom cut the sample Ima grill it, hibachi
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| And I’ve been on 10 since 10 in the morning
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| Shootin' like a star I know you niggas started running one
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| Bang!
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| Tryna get the bands, mariachi
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| Boom cut the sample Ima grill it, hibachi
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| And I’ve been on 10 since 10 in the morning
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| Shining like a star you should’ve seen a nigga coming
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| Tryna get the bands, mariachi
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| Boom cut the sample Ima grill it, hibachi
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| And I’ve been on 10 since 10 in the morning
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| Shootin' like a star I know you niggas started running one
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| Bang! |