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[Intro] (Damn, JakeSand) Yeah [Chorus] I see a risk? I take it I take a sip, I’m dranking (I take it) Bitch, I’m flier than a Martian, it’s only right I play the spaceship [Verse 1] Summertime I’m in the Nike mask ‘cause, bitch, I’m famous Roll it up then pour it up, I’m selfish, shit, I’m facing You can’t keep it a hunnid? Bye-bye ‘cause, shit, I’m Franklin Million dollar dinner plate on the table, the shit I’m craving Shit, these bullets hot, he cooked with Cajun Off a quarter of the Fortune Cookie, in here looking Asian You was open, let him in yo head thinking you shouldn’t take it That shot? You could’ve made it [Chorus] I see a risk and take it I take a sip, I’m dranking (I see a risk and take it I take a sip, I'm dranking) Bitch, I’m flier than a Martian, it’s only right I play the spaceship (Bitch, I’m flier than a Martian, it’s only right I play the spaceship) [Verse 2] Buying Number (N)ine when I’m spraying fragrance I know skimmers, I know scammers hacking databases If he don’t speak no Guapanese then that shit ain’t my language Heard you Dead by Daying, heard you play by playing Not me [Verse 3] Bitch, I been that guy You got a couple laps to run, I’m at the finish line Said that money grow on trees? You seen a pig that fly? I was on that double up shit, now I triple mine’s Bitch, I’m sipping on a Wock’ pop in a droptop Grab the Striker from the chop shop, rock the opps’ block Was at the bottom, it was ha-ha, we on top now Line wrapped around the block, I dropped it in a Crockpot Bitch, I Glock tote and I crack rock Pull up like the SWAT, not SoFaygo, we not gon’ knock-knock Mini Draco give him a halo or make him Hopscotch I used to be up in the crowd, I’m who they watch now Look at my watch now If I die by the gun then I went out like Tony Said he need them in three? Tell him, “Pull up by Coney” Every day, everything, my whole life trophies It ain’t ‘018, we don’t go and ride stollies [Verse 4] Vanilla buffs, chocolate tint like a sundae Lava underneath my fucking feet, where’s the runway? Bible on the dash, shit, the ‘Hawk ready for gunplay Looking back at time like I knew I’d do it someday Thinking ‘bout the grind like I knew I’d do it some way What’s yo iOS? Yo life need a update I was pulling hair to stack a ten, now that shit chump change Boss meeting, pull up a chair if you got something to say I ain’t top ten, I ain’t top five I ain’t top three but, bitch, I’m top two And I am not two Bitch, you know the vibes Wyoming king, push a button just to close the blinds I can clap and turn the lights off All this cheese, I think I’m finna get the mice caught Ten assists to the gang, I’m getting dimes off Cuddy play a dirty game like fuck what the fines cost Tryna clean it up, the spot smell like Pine-Sol Spot a opp and let it go, like some Lysol Aventador and the ‘Ghini when I drive off Push up out me out in traffic? That’s a life lost We out the window with it If Tron stepping out, just know them killers with them He ain’t gang? We can’t hang, I ain’t chilling with him
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