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n-ggas like “how much yo grams” i said “well how much ya mans” said he get 2 for 15. told em i got 2 for 10’s. young man, countin then bands. big guns gotta use two hands. b-tch imma xanimal off of the xans, 30 glock you know it stay in my hand, more guap i need it you don’t understand, run up a check then i stack it again, left in a taurus came back in a benz, me and my shawty back at it again, baby girl throwing it back once again, told myself i won’t do that once again, f-ckin wit her you a think that i’m stuck, f-ck wit my baby that n-gga gone bleed, you know i’m keeping that mack in the tuck. bow bow bow bow bow, pshu pshu pshu pshu pshu

(hook) all these flows, making guap now. all these hoes on my top. p-ssy n-ggas say they on my head so i’m ridin round wit the top down. say they gone rob me? do it then. you got a ratchet? shoot it then! sit yo -ss down , you ain’t doing sh-t
i’m og, you knew to this. i’m gang gang w/ my crew n sh-t. you lame n-ggas ain’t doin this! i’m still down wit the same n-ggas i came up wit i’m true to this

hit a n-gga wit this mack 10. i ain’t die yet like atkins. b-tch i ball hard no magic. i’m like 10 deep in them backwoods

b-tch i’m all about my yola, been that n-gga since a stroller, pullup n shoot out the rover. pullup n shoot out the rover
been that n-gga since a stroller, pullup n shoot out the rover

(hook) all these flows, making guap now. all these hoes on my top. p-ssy n-ggas say they on my head so i’m ridin round wit the top down. say they gone rob me? do it then. you got a ratchet? shoot it then! sit yo -ss down , you ain’t doing sh-t
i’m og, you knew to this. i’m gang gang w/ my crew n sh-t. you lame n-ggas ain’t doin this! i’m still down wit the same n-ggas i came up wit i’m true to this

tryna rumble so i put em on his -ss, i’m high off the gas, move the rock fast, rebound off the gl-ss. spent a couple racks, i ain’t worried imma flip it, triple dat

pullup.., skirt skirt in that rari. in the gym like a pull-up all this weight i been haulin. want a problem n-gga pull-up face froze when you salty. money team when we pull-up, froze face on that roley

she said only money make her dance, shuttup lil b-tch cuz you know i got bands. you ain’t never gotta worry bout that. they know that i’m mr. run up a bag. cut you off if you can’t secure the bag. member me when i came thru in a jag, pull-up on her told her hop in the back, sorry shawty only cash in the p-ss, hunnit racks in a goyard bag. broke n-ggas i see y’all mad. joke n-ggas y’all make me laugh. used to be broke but i won’t go back. now i just ride in my car so fast, smoke that gas til my eyes roll back. pull-up, wait, skirt, crash

curving n-ggas when they holla she dash. realist n-gga so you know that i smashed
realist n-gga when i’m wit her she brag
ice colder than the winter. diamonds they shining like glitter. b-tch imma young wild n-gga. still f-ckin hoes in my slippas. walk in wit mason margellas, what, b-tch you walk in my land you go timber

and they throw a parade when they see that i’m home, love from my city they gimme the throne. yeah on my head issa crown on my dome, dreadhead n-gga savage sh-t only, don’t f-ck witchu if i think you a phony, flexing these chains on me icey like hockey, when i’m in philly they treat me like rocky, when i’m in philly they treat me like rocky

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