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Look
I'm downtown Chicago, on Michigan Ave with Polo and we on some woo sh*t
I go for the sex with bad b*t*h, and we both feelin’ ruthless
If I see an opp in the spot, I look him in his face like "You ain't gon' do sh*t"
Sources, too late, headshot, clueless

They fell in love with the movement
I see an opp in the room and "Bow"
You get the money and calm in confusion
Don’t try and teach me n***a, I know what I'm doin'
Bob, Bobby, uh, uh, saw me and started shootin'
Big dough, goofin', snowflake, coolin', ay, ay, ay

I get the money and dip
I don't go to war 'less I’m fully equipped, uh
Everywhere I go, I’m good with a b*t*h, ayy, ayy
I got a fast switch, showin' that he past grip
I see you smokin’ on my n***as, 'cause that be your last spliff
Kill the women, he do mad hits
Turn my b*t*h into a bad b*t*h
Droppin' sumo like I'm Madlib
All I did was give him adlibs, ayy, ayy, ayy
Too rough and know how to play, uh
After the show, that’s out of state
I make them b*t*hes go right out of the way

I'm downtown Chicago, on Michigan Ave with Polo and we on some woo sh*t
I go for the sex with bad b*t*h, and we both feelin' ruthless
If I see an opp in the spot, I look him in his face like "You ain't gon' do sh*t"
Sources, too late, headshot, clueless

They fell in love with the movement
I see an opp in the room and "Bow"
You get the money and calm in confusion
Don't try and teach me n***a, I know what I'm doin'
Bob, Bobby, uh, uh, saw me and started shootin'
Big dough, goofin', snowflake, coolin', ay, ay, ay

I just took the gas in New York with the gang and we on some woo sh*t
And we really outside, and my crew lit
We too deep, ain't nobody gon' do sh*t
If it's a problem, my young n***a shoot sh*t
In the field, we took more than a few plays
Mike Amiri jeans full of goose strips
I might get frostbite, all this ice on me
Tell him stitch me a new wrist
I just dropped ten racks up in Louis
I spend like a bail on my new kick
Make a hater throw up, 'cause my coupe sick
I can't f**k on that ho, 'cause I'm too rich
Make a hater throw up, 'cause my coupe sick
I can't f**k on that ho, 'cause I'm too rich

Look
I'm downtown Chicago, on Michigan Ave with Polo and we on some woo sh*t
I go for the sex with bad b*t*h, and we both feelin' ruthless
If I see an opp in the spot, I look him in his face like "You ain't gon' do sh*t"
Sources, too late, headshot, clueless

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