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Yeah, ouu
Drip, splash
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n***as love to talk down when I'm not round'
n***a play with the gang, get Glocks out
n***as already knowing that I got pounds
The load just came in, better come shop now
My lil youngin' keep a 100 and I swear he nice with the walk down
And take advice from a broke n***a, give a f**k what he talking bout'
Go to any hood with my ice out
I was trappin' way before the Iphone
Yeah, I'm rappin' and trappin' lil n***a, I left the studio and got a 9 gone
Mike Amiri jeans with Givenchy tee
And I can't find my Lamborghini keys
The way I'm ballin', b*t*h I feel like a [?]
I make 100 racks in that so damn [?]
I'm slidin' round' in a foreign, n***a if I got a warrant, then they gotta catch me
I got pints in the attic, got racks on my dresser
I keep poles right by me if a n***a want pressure
Took his b*t*h so quick, I ain't even [?]
n***a say that he selling dope he a lie
And I'm scooting for Kenny Lou til' I die

On the grind, stacking large amounts
I been counting money since before I could count
Get the money, gimme mine, then bounce
Satellite in the turkey bag, 10 pounds
With my dawg Sergio, 10 toes down
Diamond smile, that's a flawless smile
For the city, gotta rep my town
Earning crowns, not worried bout' clowns
Live from the Underground, no run around
Candy paint poking out when I'm coming down
If you plotting on me, better turn around
No fear, whole team finna knuckle down
Wrong move, might end up in the ground
Lil punks cap like a proper noun
Use to hit licks on the Greyhound
On the way to Beaumont, just passed Baytown
Me and Peso stacking up queso
Big K, big fat bankroll
Big weight, whole lotta papo'
No hate, all I know is, make dough
Never late, on time for the bank though
Package came in from San Diego
Tatted bidego
Play with the fam, take a dance with the Draco
Blowing smoke in the wind
Bout' to take a trip down I-10
Ice the grin
Me and my friends
If I'm coming in, then we all coming in
Shout out to Big E, riding in the Benz
On the grind, stacking up my m's
I put diamonds on Versace lens
On savior's day tryna catch the gems
Got haters on the sideline watching
They all talk, but they ain't talking bout' boxing
I'm coming down like [?] popping
I gotta dime piece giving me taco
Taking me shopping, the top is dropping
Trap doing numbers, bank account popping
On the clock, (Ayyye), big bank I'm clocking
Paying me later, no, that's not a option

Ayyye, I got 500 dollars in my crack
Make my lil n***as get him, if a n***a try to speak up
And I got more money than your big homie
I got a FN and I got a stick up
We be reppin' Texas, n***a, me and Paul Wall
In my phone, I got nothing but stains on my call log
I was young on the block robbing n***as where I sold on
n***a pull up to the trap, we ain't doing no drive off
I smell like Gelato, yeah, that is my fragrance
I feel like a doctor, I'm serving a pack
In the Lamborghini truck, I feel like racing
I got rich than a b*t*h and the opp got fake
n***a play with the gang, we gon' f**k em' over
I'm tryna touch a M before than summer over
From the 409 to the H-Town, yeah, we had to do this sh*t for the culture

Yeah, yeah, had to do it for the culture
Eyes open, watch out for the vultures
Folding big coffee and I don't mean Folgers
I'm getting dough, so it's hard to focus
You ain't see me coming down, yeah, I'm potent
Been a year holding, whole piece golden
Everything iced out, everything frozen
all in the cup, it's potent
Ain't no rat, but I crawl like a rodent
Top notch OG, all that I'm smoking
Paper stacked tall ain't no folding
Swang on a punk, leave hoe heart pumping
I'm getting mine as soon as I awoken
Hard grind, dollar sign all that I'm promoting
In the Cadillac, cloud 9 floating
Back jump, jumping with the windows

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