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[Luke Bar$] Brr! That boy Aziz be goin' crazy [Luke Bar$] Labels wanna sign me, boy they better bring the brinks trunk All my dawgs shooting like Andrei Kirilienko Bitch I keep the blicky, yeah, right inside in the peacoat I don't want no problems dawg, I'm really bout peace tho' Say my name correctly dawg, I don't play that shit bro Got a couple bitch niggas right on my hit list We can say some names, we can way more specific Why you got grown men walking with loose lips? Don't throw stones, boy, you gotta glass jaw Talk all that shit, then you hide behind it all Write that shit in stone, it was written, word to Nas I'll be on my toes 'til the day my heart drops Really im a hot hеad, don't you make me pop off Really I'vе been waiting just to get you knocked off I was on my ass, all you did was close palm That's why you be distant, cos' you know that shit was wrong [SAINT LYOR] I could sign your dad nigga, I could sign your ass too Hunnid on the dash too, cash rules, cash rules Hunnid on the dash too, cash rules, cash rules [FELIX!] Uh How it go, I buy the store up for the f*ck of it Bora Bora, pouring more up for the f*ck of it Copping more, hold the door, I might flood the wrist Time to go up, hit a stain, then i doubled it It be cold as Minnesota, we be huddled up Pint of soda, diri kole and a snapper fish That's my cousin, don't encourage, he get mad as shit California, I got shooters just like Halliburton You get buried, put you outta service, Honda swerving Almost hit the curb and switching lanes, was riding dirty Been up early, since like 7:30, bands is coming Gang, quintuple digits if you want some verses Off a mixtape, getting love from Dublin Aye, Lil Haiti, got my zoes in Florida Aye, it's getting crazy, strap my boots, they Prada Aye, couldn't pay me to be you, I promise [SAINT LYOR] I could sign your dad nigga, I could sign your ass too Hunnid on the dash too, cash rules, cash rules (Take it all back, I got all my money on VB, nigga) Hunnid on the dash too, cash rules, cash rules [Jiles & SAINT LYOR] All whites, got 2 wears Got 2 pairs as i hit dice Late night, bring the hookah out Oppositions wanna shoot it out Summer time, gotta lay low That heat coming like a set stove 2 bands and a metro, catch 'em lacking at the Citgo My based fit is white tee, a Dodger fitted, some Nikes Niggas need to bring beepers back Champ hoodies and Adidas tags Chopper touch him like he playing tag Lost one, watch me double that (Yea) You nice niggas gon' finish last (Yea) Real nigga, im'ma be that [SAINT LYOR] I could sign your dad nigga, I could sign your ass too Hunnid on the dash too, cash rules, cash rules [SAINT LYOR] Cross me that's a bad move I pull up, it's bad news Orgy in the bathroom Suck me like a vacuum She puttin up stats too I know big brother watching, that's why I move stealthy She say my nut taste like water, that why I eat healthy All that chattin' ain't gon' help yo' pockets if you ask me Meanwhile, I be running up a check just like a track meet [Andrew Regis & AzizTheShake] Oh man, I feel nice Yo, 'Ziz, punch me in real quick I got you, Drew, I got you, Drew [SAINT LYOR & AzizTheShake] Hunnid on the dash too, cash rules, cash rules (Go in!) [Andrew Regis] Feel my texture Beat drop, my neck hurt Y'all know where the heat at Ay, Aziz, I might need that (Brr!) I need that next gen PS5 on a jump jet Pocket watching from the ground floor Damn I know you little upset Bring the heat like a groundhog Shortys bout to be my downfall Damn, I really don't know y'all Get to stepping out the front door Damn y'all really Philistines Friends of foes is a friend of mine Finna blow like a landmine Pocket rockets, it's game time It's game time, woah [SAINT LYOR & Luke Bar$] I could sign your dad nigga, I could sign your ass too Hunnid on the dash too, cash rules, cash rules (Brr!) Hunnid on the dash too, cash rules, cash rules [Meech BOLD] Where you at, baby I been thinking about cash lately Chewed Gum with Annihilators ‘94, been a mad baby I don't need to buy RAF baby I was born fly, been a bad baby Being honest, been tapped, baby Im'ma go ghost like Pat Swayze I can tell the difference, real niggas move in silence I can tell you people who be lying change the topic I can tell a fat ass way it moves, man, I'm a monster Way that Meechie rappin' on this shit, he need a sponsor VB niggas in your town, it's going down , that's how it supposed to be You can just tell by the sound, in your background, we ain't approach our peak Facts My fault, my bad Money making off an iPad Couple business deals, we decline that Trying to own shit, on my own shit Build up a network, own my own shit And you 'so sick, like '06 At a dead end, and you hopeless Getting roped in some bullshit About your best friend and some hoe chick I don't give a f*ck hoe! Whip the coupe like a truck hoe Pushing up like a muscle [SAINT LYOR & Luke Bar$] I could sign your dad nigga, I could sign your ass too Hunnid on the dash too, cash rules, cash rules (Brr!) Cash rules [AzizTheShake & Luke Bar$] Big VB Aziz! AzizTheShake We takin' this shit over, my nigga Big New England shit (Brr)
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