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Yeah, yeah (Meechy Baby) 4KTrey (Ooh, BearMakeHits) (IllWill made the beat bounce) (Nebula) Said I'm on it, ain't come from the city I got a bag, whole lot of blue Benjis Hop out the Jag, the windows tinted Don't like to brag when I'm havin', gettin' Don't like to brag when I'm havin', gettin' Don't like to brag when I'm havin', gettin' 2016, wasn't havin' sh*t Ready to come off them Addys and sh*t On the road off them Addys and sh*t Patek, Patek, Patek, Patek, Patek I want a Patek, little b*t*h I used to trap out her house and you married the b*t*h You cuffin' an average lil' b*t*h I'm all in her DMs, I don't even hit her back I'm on some arrogant sh*t, in the back of the BM f**k on his BM, then drop her off, you can have the b*t*h I'm caught up in this traffickin' Really droppin' off packages Get 'em gone gone, get 'em gone quick Know dirty money in the mattresses Too much of it, really havin' sh*t Want a bustdown, want a Patek, b*t*h I'm bustin' down pounds with my savages Sixty rounds in the dirty stick Not from 38, but I'm Never Broke Never Broke and that's real sh*t Forever, forever my record label Remember me and cuz was hittin' licks Always knew you would get rich Came a long, long, long, long way Still rockin' the same kicks All-white G Nikes, no Givenchys No Audemar on my wrist Lil Meechy came from the trenches Now watch how far I get I wanna cop a new Bentley I wanna water my wrist Went out of town, hit a lick I blew a bag on my b*t*h 4KTrey, they call the play And cuz toss the assist I'm rollin' up 'Wood in the trap Talkin' on ways to get rich Yeah, I was gon' stop on Missouri Stop on Missouri and sit We in the bottom, sticks Pull up, you know I'ma hit Beefin' with them b*t*hes 'round the corner, we don't speak on that How you trappin' on that street, ain't really sleep on that? Soon as I get some spare time, b*t*h, I'ma creep on that I been grinding, ain't got no time, get it on my lonely, yeah, yeah I'm built for this sh*t, I'm made for it Not in a Wraith, yeah, I'm in a Ford Your b*t*h talkin' sh*t that we can't afford Lookin' at houses you can't afford Stop and back down and she pay with her card I just came home, I was broke, on God I still overcame and beat the odds, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Pull up rental, changin' cars, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Pull up hits, I'm slangin' rods, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I was sittin' back in them sheriff cars Too many times, had to beat the odds Done left, yeah, with them racecars Got a cereal box, I'm sellin' arts Got a house full of Glocks and ARs Took the rakes from BR And devil dealin' with ballers Grow house, ain't accepting no callers Smokin' weed with growers Loaded like I'm on the Carter My BM on the balcony, I f**ked her all in the shower Ain't got no phone 'cause in the hotel, ain't acceptin' no calls Yeah, I ain't acceptin' no calls Ain't got no phone 'cause in the hotel, ain't acceptin' no calls Yeah, I ain't acceptin' no calls
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