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(Al Geno on the track)
Yeah

Them hoes gon' wait for drip, put 'em in a lineup
Yeah, this ain't no basic gear, it's all designer
Can't f**k no basic b*t*h, they all nines and up
It's rare you meet a n***a like me, she got all kind of luck, yeah
Hood n***a got rap money, this ain't regular
Thirty dollar phone, how I make a hundred off this cellular?
Never had hoop dreams, but that b*t*h know I'm a player
She can buy me a hundred capes, but that b*t*h know I won't save her

'Cause that's just how we raised up
Then I beat her face like I do makeup
But I still can't save her, I just can't be laid up
B*t*h, I'll see you later, she know I'm a player
If I ever save a ho, then that b*t*h look like Jada
Told the b*t*h I don't want no cap, she like, "Oh yeah, I be with Rylo"
She a lucky ho, if she ever met me, it's a chance she hit that lotto
I'm from Alabama, but I'm pulling scams, might catch me at Wells Fargo
I'm a hood n***a with some digits, you can get a ticket, played her for a minute
I just might put you in my lineup
Tryna pick the paint off my pants, I'm just like, "Chill, ho, these designer"
Goyard belt, can't find 'em
Never been no basic n***a, I can't f**k no basic b*t*h
Get my shoes from Jeffrey's, b*t*h, I can't be rockin' basic kicks
You catch this drip, that's a big slip, it ain't no regular fall
It's rare you meet a n***a like me, I ain't your regular dawg
He a gentleman, I'm a simple man, I'm tryna nut all in your mouth
Get the drip from France, I know you a fan, baby, you can't catch me in no mall
Them hoes gon' wait for drip, put 'em in a lineup
Yeah, this ain't no basic gear, it's all designer
Can't f**k no basic b*t*h, they all nines and up
It's rare you meet a n***a like me, she got all kind of luck, yeah
Hood n***a got rap money, this ain't regular
Thirty dollar phone, how I make a hundred off this cellular?
Never had hoop dreams, but that b*t*h know I'm a player
She can buy me a hundred capes, but that b*t*h know I won't save her

I'm not no hero, shawty, I don't think I look like Superman
I'm tryna pick you up and drop you off, I'm like the Uber man
I ain't tryna be 'round you too long, I ain't tryna move in
You say you laid up waiting on me, but I bring the whole crew in
I don't even want you here, just got your taxes, let me claim your two twins
These Christian Loubs, spikes on my shoe, baby, these was two bands
I'm a rockstar, ain't no guitar, but I brought the tool in
They say that water deep, I hopped off the porch and jumped smooth in
Me and Luke made fifty bands off a phone, half a bag get you gone
Made the news, but he ain't make it home, Grim Reaper with that chrome
Green beam on them sticks, like a turtle, n***a, they ain't moving slow
I drop it off at your door
I put that sh*t on and get at your ho
I got them sticks, but I'm looking for more, yeah
I got them sticks, but I'm looking for more
I got them licks, but I'm looking for more
She suck my d**k, but I still want some more, hmm
Yeah, I f**k that b*t*h, but she still want some more
Say that I'm dirty like drank that I pour
I cut your gra** and I kick in your door
Them hoes gon' wait for drip, put 'em in a lineup
Yeah, this ain't no basic gear, it's all designer
Can't f**k no basic b*t*h, they all nines and up
It's rare you meet a n***a like me, she got all kind of luck, yeah
Hood n***a got rap money, this ain't regular
Thirty dollar phone, how I make a hundred off this cellular?
Never had hoop dreams, but that b*t*h know I'm a player
She can buy me a hundred capes, but that b*t*h know I won't save her

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