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I pull up in that Spyder, strapped up like McGyver
Should have brought my Phantom, na, but I'm mad at my
driver
Pull up in that Spyder, strapped up like McGyver
Should have brought my Phantom, na, but I'm mad at my

I pull up in that Spyder, strapped up like McGyver
Should have brought my Phantom, na, but I'm mad at my
driver
He so f*ckin' turned up, ridin' on auto pilot, smokin'
kush and smilin'
He drinkin' while he drivin'

Gucci please excuse me, hu, all my goons got jewelry on
'em
All my niggas booked up, paper they get it on their own
I don't think you know me, homie, I suggest you leave
me alone
I got so much jewelry on, that I think I need a clone

I pull up to the traffic light, icy as a blood light
Shinin' like a flash light, I might damage ya eye sight
Gucci got that real ice, don't it look real nice
I don't want your girlfriend, homie but my bitch might

I'm the boy from the block, boy from the block, block
I'm the boy from the block, boy from the block, block
I'm the boy from the block, boy from the block, block
I'm the boy from the block with the very large knots
Shops at the Chanel shop, that's how she shop
500 for the flip flops 'cause they ain't Reebok
I'm the boy from the block with the very large knots
Gotta spot in the hood, no sofa just pot

I'm hot, so hot stand next, get shocked
I got Caucasian neighbors that's just how I rock
If you talkin' to me, all the questions that I wanna
know
If she ain't got no money, know you gotta have some
dough

Then she ask me for a drank so I bought a bottle
She was flexin' really hard, now she flexin' harder
You a bitch, one more bitch, I only f*ck with starters
So if you ain't a dime piece, ain't no need to bother

I want the money, I smell like a pocket full of
hundreds
A whole bag full of kush, I been buckin' since a
youngin'
I know you need a man right now because you strugglin'
So if he isn't helpin' then there's no need for
discussion

In Houston Texas I can spend fifty thousand on a Monday
I got fifty woman with me, fifty more that ain't comin'
My pocket do the conversation, make all the decisions
I only f*ck with bad bitches 'cause I'm very picky

He can't buy a drink so he don't deserve ya digits
I'm polar bear laflare, wrist and ear is very frigid
My charm big as a midget, I give yo' ass the business
So if you got yo' swag right you know that you can get
it

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