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(Ayy, Manny, this joint crank, fool)
Brrt
Haha, b*t*h

I feel like robbin' a n***a
Chopper on me, I might pop me a n***a
Stick on me, got it out for a lot of n***as
Talk about shootin', but never shot at n***as
How you proud of a n***a, but ain't got no Prada, n***a?
Hop out that car, bro on top of n***as
I'm too lit, I don't even watch n***as
Heard they got Glocks, but our Glocks bigger
Glock 10, knock his ass out the picture
I'm up top, lil' Draco end life, that's sixty
In a free car through the city
Catch me an opp and get busy
Real steppers, when they spin, they don't get dizzy
Got some young n***as that slide in that fifty
And when we go out, you know we take more than fifty

Dirty ass socks, n***as always tippin'
n***as gon' cry when a n***a go missin'
Bishop with me, and he totin' a fifty
Free Free Car, we gon' spin in Infiniti
Goonrich, b*t*h, and I'm rockin' Balenci'
I'm steppin' in Prada, n***a, I be drippin'
Two Glocks, two opps, n***a, get busy
n***as throw rocks, go hide like b*t*hes
Twenty band jugg, I'ma buy me a pendant
Broke ass n***a, go get you some digits
Spin that lil' block and my young n***as get it
Push-start Bimmer, that five percent tint
Street n***a, I don't do disses
They on the internet typin' like b*t*hes
My b*t*h stayed down and I bought her Givenchy
Run it up, b*t*h, I'm the one with the ticket
Rest in peace KT, I'm poppin' a wheelie
Opps keep talkin', I'ma drop 'em like 50
f**kin' they b*t*hes and f**kin' they sisters
Goonrich, b*t*h, I'm a real gravedigger
Baow, baow, baow, n***as pullin' them triggers
No fees, b*t*h, that is not what is give
Iced up, jeweled up, I'm in the trenches
Hop out the whip with a twenty-three hidden

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