| In a car full of straps
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| Nigga, ask around, I put my gang on the map
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| Went and signed a deal and put my gang on my back
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| Sold out shows, shout out to them people in the back
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| 20 years old and I ain’t never did no fake shit
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| Don’t know me but you love me, I can tell that that’s some fake shit
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| How you ballin' with no car? |
| Nigga, that don’t even make sense
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| I been OT on the road 'cause I take trips
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| In and out of states, in and out the bank
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| Pullin' up soon as you call, you ain’t gotta wait
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| Might just spend the night but I don’t gotta stay
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| You know you a real one when her mama say
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| Let them hoes alone 'cause them bitches basic
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| Had them niggas on hold but I got tired of waitin'
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| See me in the Maserati, I was lane changin'
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| Now she talkin' 'bout she wanna make changes
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| Got a lot of money but a nigga ain’t changin'
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| And I still miss all of my niggas who ain’t make it
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| Watch how you be talkin' with that chain 'cause bro’ll take it
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| Don’t know how I’m feelin' 'cause it’s hard for me to say it
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| Heard you got a bag, baby, run it in |
| You know where I’m from, it ain’t no pretend
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| I’ll never leave without this pole again
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| Goin' through some things, tryna hold it in
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| Nigga ask about the game but it can’t be told
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| Niggas still tuckin' chains, niggas can’t be bold
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| Never seen a bitch that can’t be sold
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| And that’s on my mama, nigga, I won’t fold
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| Diamonds in my mouth but it’s still white gold
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| Your bitch chose me and that I know
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| Always keep it on me, that I know
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| Never switchin' on the homies, that I know
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| Gotta keep a .40, and that’s on me
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| I got all these motherfuckin' racks on me
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| Lil' baby wanna throw it back on me
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| But first, girl, you gotta throw it back on Sheik
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| First, girl, you gotta throw it back on Streets
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| You can lean all you want, bitch, not on me
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| You can play with them but you can’t with me
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| What the fuck is a Glock? |
| I got a K on me
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| Hella tats on my face and they won’t leave
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| Shout out to them niggas tryna slide on me
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| Know you mad that I’m rich, I could take a nigga’s bitch
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| I ain’t never been a ho, I ain’t never been a simp |
| No cap, I ain’t never had no brim
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| We got hella clips, shoot a motherfuckin' film
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| Lights on my neck when it’s motherfuckin' dim
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| Chop on my leg so I walk with a limp
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| Heard you got a bag, baby, run it in
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| You know where I’m from, it ain’t no pretend
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| I’ll never leave without this pole again
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| Goin' through some things, tryna hold it in
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| Nigga ask about the game but it can’t be told
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| Niggas still tuckin' chains, niggas can’t be bold
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| Never seen a bitch that can’t be sold
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| And that’s on my mama, nigga, I won’t fold
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| Diamonds in my mouth but it’s still white gold
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| Your bitch chose me and that I know
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| Always keep it on me, that I know
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| Never switchin' on the homies, that I know |