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It's us
Damn E, this sh*t exclusive
Us

Thuggin' in my Reeboks
Ten milli', big Glocks, huh
In a big truck, f**k around, make your ears pop
f**k with me, gang'll do some' to you, make your tears drop
Hit 'em off, Wafi only boy, I don't Sears shop
f**k around, might move to Michigan and get my peers hot
Trustworthy, uh, I think not, we'll wipe snot
Three lines, gon' make it look like wine in a clear pot
Ride around with the same weapon, ain't get deer shot
No rearviews in my life, leave that sh*t behind me
I was only eighteen years old when Kanye tried to sign me
n***as gangsters online 'til you see 'em named Mahatma Gandhi
Better tell my b*t*h, "Let's get a b*t*h that's tatted like Kehlani"
If she tell me yes, I'll let you know the when and where's to find me
n***as already thinkin' that they wildin', steady tryna guide me
Finna blind me, standin' in my way, they need to get behind me
Every day I ride with a rocket just like my first name Johnny
White diamonds got more colors than a Murakami
b*t*h thought I was Japanese, I folded just like origami
Used to sleep in front of [?], now I got an eighty-inch Sony
Rich as hell, used to be broke, f**ked up, eatin' bologna
n***as not like us, we get to the money
How the f**k we wipe his nose and we still left it runnin'?
How you fly with nothin' to your name? Man, you n***as bummin'
'Member tryna get kids to game, they ain't listen to me

Bur— Bur— Burn away a carbon beam, knock your legs off
Tried to get away from me, had a standoff
Hit him in the spine, knock his dreads off
My woadie just caught a body, I nicknamed him Randy Moss
Thuggin' in my Reeboks, ridin' with a G-SHOCK
Shh, I heard he shot, Draco make 'em beat box
OG made that sharp turn, woadie spot 'em, peeled the car
Had a mask on, Draco make 'em beat box

In Miami with my motherf**kin' heat out
With another n***a b*t*h, said she got her feet out
I walked in the party, I'm on my big goon sh*t
Ready to get it started, b*t*h, I got no sense
Oh, he the plug, ridin' 'round with four bricks
Call me Kobe, twenty-four on me
Can't f**k wit' her no more, that lil' b*t*h, she do the most
I get my groove on every time I see them folks
I got the antidote, I'm thinking that's something you need to know
I'm smooth and I'm cold, she know my wrist on froze
Skinny jeans on with a big bankroll
She playin' my song, I got her takin' off her thong
I'm tryna get it on, she feeling all over my Peter bone
Two rights don't make a wrong, it just go on and on
I'm kickin' sh*t like Jackie Chan 'til they got my kicks on
I aim, I hit my target, I'ma up this b*t*h regardless

Bur— Bur— Burn away a carbon beam, knock your legs off
Tried to get away from me, had a standoff
Hit him in the spine, knock his dreads off
My woadie just caught a body, I nicknamed him Randy Moss
Th— Th— Thuggin' in my Reeboks, riding with a G-SHOCK
Shh, I heard he shot, Draco make 'em beat box
OG made that sharp turn, woadie spot 'em, peeled the car
Had a mask on, Draco make 'em beat box

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