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Yeah, let's go let’s go Ah, uh, let's go let's go, uh Skipa** On The Beat Don’t Mute It Yeah, uh, let's go let's- I just made some racks from out the Weston wit' my boo, uh I just threw some racks from out the back and out the coupe, ohhh They just put some racks up on my best friend and it's true Well, we doin' fine n***a, how 'bout you? (Uh) I got Gucci shoes (Yeah) Baguettes on 'em too (Yeah) What’s that in yo’ booth, stop This a twenty-two Yeah, he did dirt but there ain't no proof Dior prints up on me too Off-White prints up on me too Hermes links up on these jewels Play it safe, don’t play it cool You might sink up in this pool All these b*t*hes on our wave now I don't know what to do So much chains just like a slave, how I ain't even finished school Change the weather like a May, wow Hunnids in the booth, uh Most my n***as shoot, uh They'll shoot ya You ain’t sick, you too soft Flick of da wrist and poof gone Party wit' this tool on Sales like he got coupons, uh Then I just hit the booth and I go make a new song, uh See I just met a chill lil' b*t*h when she had hoops on, uh See I just 'graded a chill lil' b*t*h, now she got Loubs' on Mom ain't raise no fool, don't make no move until my shoes is on Dior on my shoe tongue Give a f**k whatchu on Blowin' out like thirty on me and that's it, uh Boy, I shouldn't even wear these damn jeans, it can't fit (Nah) My brother like Van Gogh and all he do is paint sh*t, uh You n***as ain't dangerous (Nah) You n***as ain't stain sh*t Uh, you n***as ain't stain sh*t, uh Bro got a Glock wit' a d**k now Please do not put up a fit but beam jawn thirty clip, uh Tell me how can I miss now? Hollows knock his sh*t off Sellin' hard like croutons Cro slide back like moon-walk And I'm smokin' moon rock Roll on the block wit' a new Glock Who are the f**k are these new opps? Move like Houdini, poof, gone Rub it like genie, cool off That lil' boy movin' too soft Got in the back of a cruiser I don't want your love if it's fake love We've been gettin' to the paper F**k 'em investigators I ain't tryna pay her In New York like a Ranger Acoustic like an angel Her favourite entertainer I might just f**k the place up Put the bands up in a safe, uh Most my n***as shoot, uh They'll shoot ya You ain't sick, you too soft Flick of da wrist and poof gone Party wit' this tool on Sales like he got coupons, uh Then I just hit the booth and I go make a new song, uh See I just met a chill lil' b*t*h when she had hoops on, uh See I just 'graded a chill lil' b*t*h, now she got Loubs' on Mom ain't raise no fool, don't make no move until my shoes is on Dior on my shoe tongue Give a f**k whatchu on Blowin' out like thirty on me and that's it, uh Boy, I shouldn't even wear these damn jeans, it can't fit (Nah) My brother like Van Gogh and all he do is paint sh*t, uh You n***as ain't dangerous (Nah) You n***as ain't stain sh*t
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