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ON ME
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Tony Shhnow
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You are now listening to a Surreal Gang exclusive Damn, damn I’m leaning back in the coupe, it got two seats Yeah, I’m leaning back Aye, damn Damn, ooh Damn, damn Yeah, damn, damn Yeah, I’m leaning back in the coupe, it got two seats I’m at the bank, 'cause that’s where I’m supposed to be (Ooh) Designer my body, it’s on me Two twin Glocks, and I got 'em both on me I be hearing this and that, don’t believe it, gotta show me He tried to finesse, but I ain’t going He testing this sh*t like I ain’t knowing f**k it, I guess I’m gon' have to show 'em Yeah, I’m leaning back in the coupe, it got two seats I’m at the bank, 'cause that’s where I’m supposed to be (Ooh) Designer my body, it’s on me Two twin Glocks, and I got 'em both on me Two twin Glocks, and I got 'em both on me The streets keep calling, make somebody answer my phone My main b*t*h mad, said I’m never at home I’m on the roadway, I'mma check 'til I’m on 10K and Tony, this what you been waiting on My boys in New Jersey make plays out the Styrofoam It’s a drought in my city, so I had to put the water on I’m really finna shoot sky, put on my hood Can’t come to my trap, you ain’t really no plug I’m balling like Doc, got rich off the drugs These broke n***as hating, we don’t give no f**ks This a thousand dollar mud, so I’m crushing this cup Fat Joe, grab the stick, and lean back I’m addicted to the money, everyday I relapse Grab the stick, and I rake leaves, where the leaves at I could tell when the racks on the way, don’t need maps I put food on the street, they blessed me with feedback All I wanna do is re-up, I don’t wanna relax If you looking for the dope, all you gotta do is ask Hit 10 on Cash App, but all I do is use cash She give me head slow, but she know I move fast I got cash in the present, they keep talking 'bout the past Paperwork like school, I’m the first one in the class Tony always got the pack, I been running through the bags My shooter don’t model, but he running with the mags Break that boy up, no hip hop I break a b*t*h down, like wrist lock I move weight at the trap house Done white, when she seen me shawty blacked out You ain’t coming in unless you brought the cash out
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