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I'm still tippin' on four four, Chevrolet is four door
Got a set of eighteens bangin' on this slow-mo
my dude
Showin' out in drop tops, finna tell my crew
Clientele my dude, slammin' candy-coated [?]
Different colors swangas, call them other f**kers calicos
I don't know but in my time, swang low on eighty-fours
Got plex, I got the pump, we finna see who hatin' hoe
Paper dough, back in my city it's all about
If you think it's low candid than pimpin', we call 'em out
I'm all about the screwed and chopped, Michael Watts and screw tapes
Stomp him out, if he mad, ask him how the shoe tastes
Pullin' up that blue lace with the purple got me slurrin' manе
Homie tryna spit his game, but me? I ain't hеard a thing
Leanin' to the side in the ride, tippin' mad slow
Fresh cut, peanut butter jelly, drippin' mad glow
Pimpin' lookin' bad though, everybody know me
Young and finna glide, finna shine like a chrome piece
Leanin' like a [?], yellow Jolly Rancher (Rancher)
Get Like Me, like the name was David Banner
And y'all know what I represent, South Side, South Cacky
Say you wanna swing on me? Home boy I doubt that
Watcha know about that, I ball till I fall
I'ma crawl on 'em all in a [?]
Haters catch it in the jaw 'cause Bill don't play
And your boy needs space, countin' bills all day
Stay trill all day, play the field all day
Keep the diamonds on my neck and they will not fade

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