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I know that they lurkin'
I don't sleep, I be workin'
My driver close the curtains
I hotbox my whole damn whip, finna drive high how he swerin'
Paranoia in the workin'
Some police make me nervous
Triple H on my sh*t, I put my b*t*h in a GT, yeah, yeah
Why you showing your ass? Boy we all know that them sh*ts ain't VVs, yeah, yeah
Goin' slow on the gas, pedal to the medal, tell 'em you can't beat me, yeah, yeah
I get back on your ass, tell that lil b*t*h, its a green beam, yeah (Trademark!)
Put that b*t*h in sport, I know that they motherf**kin' see me, yeah, yeah
I got all thе cash, but my main b*t*h tryna leave me, yеah, yeah
And she goin' out sad, she ain't finna slide tryna meet me
I'm just tryna vibe with a freak, freak
I can go outside now they free me, yeah
Bro do your time, now we smokin' on doja
My b*t*h got mad cause we got them promoters
It's still the same structure, with some new different folks
I don't choose for no b*t*h, have me losin' my quota
Go like James Harden, these n***as ain't guardin', I'm back in this b*t*h, and I ball like I'm Nola
Pick up the trap, Motorolla, yeah
You want this sh*t? We can go up
I'm tryna find this sh*t like the Mil' Town Bucks
Like my shirt? Oh cool, thanks much
OTL on me, I feel like I'm up
If it's up, then it's up, it stays up, and it's stuck
Damn he was poppin', what happened to bro?
It's a cold ass game-

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