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I'm ridin' with all that money must be why I keep a stick My shoes forever tied so you know I can never trip L462, ayy Spark up, spark up Blind to all that f**k sh*t must be why I keep a stick My shoes forever tied so you know I can never trip Ranch 'cause I be dressing straight designer, b*t*h I drip Crop him out the picture with this cannon on my hip And this cannon got a red dot Aim for headshots, cut his dreadlocks Hope he got his ID, 'cause his a** might get his head popped Better not, got a bread knot from that med drop Young but I be trappin' to them fiends who need them meds popped Got no regrets so watch how you step, f**k 'round and get stepped on And them boys watch up on me, 'cause they know I got this TEC on me And I hang 'round some savages who walk like they got vests on Put t**ties on a Glock and shoot this b*t*h until yo' neck gone Gucci shoes look like a lick when I was running from 12 My past been catchin' up I hope I don't end up in that cell Y'all only focus on my wrongs but I've been tryna prevail It's always f**k 'em that's forever let my die when I fell Blind to all that f**k sh*t must be why I keep a stick My shoes forever tied so you know I can never trip Ranch 'cause I be dressing straight designer, b*t*h I drip Crop him out the picture with this cannon on my hip And this cannon got a red dot Aim for headshots, cut his dreadlocks Hope he got his ID, 'cause his a** might get his head popped Better not, got a bread knot from that med drop Young but I be trappin' to them fiends who need them meds popped I got this cannon on my hip and I'm gon' blow when Trappy say so Hoes they got to packin', you know he bringing me pesos Invested in the trap but I still rock, that's just to lay low (Aye, aye) Mix drugs with Faygo 'Cause I still be livin' fast and hittin' licks and kicking doors B*t*hes hit my phone when I got cheese man I be mixin' hoes And I got designer Gucci, Prada, I be mixin' clothes 50s and them 20s and them blue strips I be mixin' dough Blind to all that f**k sh*t must be why I keep a stick My shoes forever tied so you know I can never trip Ranch 'cause I be dressing straight designer, b*t*h I drip Crop him out the picture with this cannon on my hip And this cannon got a red dot Aim for headshots, cut his dreadlocks Hope he got his ID, 'cause his a** might get his head popped Better not, got a bread knot from that med drop Young but I be trappin' to them fiends who need them meds popped Young but I be trappin' to those fiends who need them meds popped
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