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Now can't a n***a see I ain't got no time for games I'm on this Hennessey and I'm quick to shoot dat thang But f**k dat one of my young n***as'll take tha charge I'm stackin loot muthaf**k lookin behind some bars Juicy J the G.O.A.T. (G.O.A.T.), my joint long as a rope (Rope) Lil' mama roll it, lick it, light it, I want all the smoke (Smoke) I don't want relations, baby, I just wanna poke (Poke) Know all them n***as money funny, I can't take a joke (Haha) What's that in my cup? Hol' up, what's that in your chain? (Chain) Boy, your diamonds cloudy, it's a heavy chance of rain (Damn) Bro, stay in your lane (Lane), we don't ball the same (Mmm) Quarter million dollar watch, I left it plain jane (Jane) b*t*h, don't act saditty, you with the big ol' titties (Titties) You got a million followers but drive a Honda Civic (Oop) n***a ain't playin' with me, they already know what's up Likе a U-Haul truck, b*t*h, I'm always loaded up (Yeah) Out slangin brickas tha project n***a row-a A playa that's fa show-a I'm chargin a ho-a You wеak n***as know-a you step and I fire Yo life will expire you need to retire Yo b*t*h call me sire she flat like a tire Shot nut in her eye-a on that I don't lie-a Tha fact of tha matter she blow out tha frizzame I keep me some powder so I'm gettin brizzain Play me some pimpin' man Shut the f**k up A rebel I be one day On that track with Gunplay Out-outcast my whole life so I decide to spit like André (Uh) Beef is on my entrée (Yeah) Gin and juice, that's Bombay Driving fast the wrong way, I swear life is like a one-way (Uh) pu**y on a Sunday (Yeah) Business on a Monday (Yeah) My new crib came with feng shui and my closet is like a runway (Uh) Come be my fiancée She f**k me in a Hyundai My rooftop got a lounge, just sit around and watch her sunbathe (Yeah) Dinner date for one K (b*t*h) Shopping date for two K (b*t*h) Bougie-ass b*t*h made me wait to f**k for two days (Yeah) Finally got it today (Uh) Swear to God my mood changed (Uh) Top off like toupees, drop off, touché (b*t*h) Yeah-yeah, my mouth is full of gold and I'm a city boy (Yeah) And my outfit was in Vogue, I'm a pretty boy (Uh) Bounce, boy, Flacko tell 'em holler at a n***a, G (Yeah) Ridin' on my enemies (Yeah) This my ghetto symphony-ny (Uh, yeah) Yes sir We trippy mane Motherf**ker Out slangin brickas tha project n***a row-a A playa that's fa show-a I'm chargin a ho-a You weak n***as know-a you step and I fire Yo life will expire you need to retire Yo b*t*h call me sire she flat like a tire Shot nut in her eye-a on that I don't lie-a Tha fact of tha matter she blow out tha frizzame I keep me some powder so I'm gettin brizzain Skinny-ass n***a in some big Balenciagas My girl was mad at him so I took the b*t*h shoppin' Drankin' champagne, spend the racks all in Prada Everybody know that he a big sh*t popper Smokin' ice cream, rollin' on some peach cobbler Hitters on the payroll and a couple doctors Why the f**k you think I pour up all of this Wockhardt? Hit the alarm on the 'Rari and it go (Brrt, brrt) Park the 'Rari, jump in the Challenger (Skrrt, skrrt) Feds watchin' me so I scramble 'em (Shake 'em up) Had your b*t*h at the room, but I had to put out She too freaky, nah, I couldn't handle her (Damn) My young n***as walk around with chandeliers (Damn) Yeah, chandelier the sh*t Khaled talkin' 'bout (Damn) Dolph hit the club, then the b*t*hes comin' out (Damn) I heard the opps in the club, n***a, point 'em out (b*t*h) n***a, stop all that hidin' and runnin' 'round (Rrah) I make your broke-ass brother gun you down (Rrah) Damn, you too thick, girl, turn around (Rrah) Lemme smack it one time and see how it sound Millionaire but I make my boy lay you down They don't give a f**k, they don't play around Somebody text me, so I look down My b*t*h waitin' on me in a Gabbana gown (Gabbana gown) Out slangin brickas tha project n***a row-a A playa that's fa show-a I'm chargin a ho-a You weak n***as know-a you step and I fire Yo life will expire you need to retire Yo b*t*h call me sire she flat like a tire Shot nut in her eye-a on that I don't lie-a Tha fact of tha matter she blow out tha frizzame I keep me some powder so I'm gettin brizzain Yeah, b*t*h, I still wear Gucci I'm chillin' with a groupie, beatin' up her coochie (Beat it up) Uh, Glizock, my life a movie (Glizock) Guess who shoot it? Your b*t*h, I do's it (I do) Uh, ballin' real hard, no recruiting, yuh (On God) Paper Route winnin', never losin', uh (Gang) Before I drop the top, I been ruthless, yuh Give it to 'em raw like sushi, uh (Raw) Uh (Yuh), yuh (Yuh), still goin' dumb (Dumb), uh Mr. Glock, the baguette don, yeah (Baguette) Exotic smoke in my lungs, ooh (Yeah, yeah) I really came out of them slums (Out 'em) I'm finna buy me a house with a pond (Yeah, yeah) Yeah, and I put this sh*t on my moms, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I think I was born with a gun (Yeah, yeah) I'm a son of a gun, uh (Yeah, yeah, yeah) b*t*h, you know where I'm from, yeah (b*t*h, uh) South Memphis, filled up with villains and gremlins Lil' n***as with extensions on guns (Thirties), yeah Don't play with the kid, you know how I get (You know it) I get that sh*t done (Done), uh Maybach on my wrist, this young n***a lit (Lit) And a Porsche on my guns (Woo), duh (Duh) Out slangin brickas tha project n***a row-a A playa that's fa show-a I'm chargin a ho-a You weak n***as know-a you step and I fire Yo life will expire you need to retire Yo b*t*h call me sire she flat like a tire Shot nut in her eye-a on that I don't lie-a Tha fact of tha matter she blow out tha frizzame I keep me some powder so I'm gettin brizzain
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