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Yeah, let's go let’s go
Ah, uh, let's go let's go, uh
Skipa** On The Beat Don’t Mute It
Yeah, uh, let's go let's-

I just made some racks from out the Weston wit' my boo, uh
I just threw some racks from out the back and out the coupe, ohhh
They just put some racks up on my best friend and it's true
Well, we doin' fine n***a, how 'bout you? (Uh)
I got Gucci shoes (Yeah)
Baguettes on 'em too (Yeah)
What’s that in yo’ booth, stop
This a twenty-two
Yeah, he did dirt but there ain't no proof
Dior prints up on me too
Off-White prints up on me too
Hermes links up on these jewels
Play it safe, don’t play it cool
You might sink up in this pool
All these b*t*hes on our wave now
I don't know what to do
So much chains just like a slave, how
I ain't even finished school
Change the weather like a May, wow
Hunnids in the booth, uh
Most my n***as shoot, uh
They'll shoot ya
You ain’t sick, you too soft
Flick of da wrist and poof gone
Party wit' this tool on
Sales like he got coupons, uh
Then I just hit the booth and I go make a new song, uh
See I just met a chill lil' b*t*h when she had hoops on, uh
See I just 'graded a chill lil' b*t*h, now she got Loubs' on
Mom ain't raise no fool, don't make no move until my shoes is on
Dior on my shoe tongue
Give a f**k whatchu on
Blowin' out like thirty on me and that's it, uh
Boy, I shouldn't even wear these damn jeans, it can't fit (Nah)
My brother like Van Gogh and all he do is paint sh*t, uh
You n***as ain't dangerous (Nah)
You n***as ain't stain sh*t

Uh, you n***as ain't stain sh*t, uh
Bro got a Glock wit' a d**k now
Please do not put up a fit but beam jawn thirty clip, uh
Tell me how can I miss now?
Hollows knock his sh*t off
Sellin' hard like croutons
Cro slide back like moon-walk
And I'm smokin' moon rock
Roll on the block wit' a new Glock
Who are the f**k are these new opps?
Move like Houdini, poof, gone
Rub it like genie, cool off
That lil' boy movin' too soft
Got in the back of a cruiser
I don't want your love if it's fake love
We've been gettin' to the paper
F**k 'em investigators
I ain't tryna pay her
In New York like a Ranger
Acoustic like an angel
Her favourite entertainer
I might just f**k the place up
Put the bands up in a safe, uh
Most my n***as shoot, uh
They'll shoot ya
You ain't sick, you too soft
Flick of da wrist and poof gone
Party wit' this tool on
Sales like he got coupons, uh
Then I just hit the booth and I go make a new song, uh
See I just met a chill lil' b*t*h when she had hoops on, uh
See I just 'graded a chill lil' b*t*h, now she got Loubs' on
Mom ain't raise no fool, don't make no move until my shoes is on
Dior on my shoe tongue
Give a f**k whatchu on
Blowin' out like thirty on me and that's it, uh
Boy, I shouldn't even wear these damn jeans, it can't fit (Nah)
My brother like Van Gogh and all he do is paint sh*t, uh
You n***as ain't dangerous (Nah)
You n***as ain't stain sh*t

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