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(Armo made that sh*t wavy)
(Goddamn, BJ with another one)

I got this Rollie on my arm, yeah, I paid cash for it (Paid cash for it)
Don't even got a deal, told my mama, "I'm prayin' for it" (I'm prayin' for it)
And I know you hear me, Lord (Hear me, Lord)
It's a lot of snakes in the grass, gotta keep your lawn mower (Keep your lawn mower)
I got this Rollie on my arm, yeah, I paid cash for it (Paid cash for it)
Don't even got a deal, told my mama, "I'm prayin' for it" (I'm prayin' for it)
And I know you hear me, Lord (Hear me, Lord)
It's a lot of snakes in the grass, gotta keep your lawn mower (Keep your lawn mower)

I got my own bag, tryna invest in myself though (Myself though)
Heard they [murked?] the phones, streets, they ain't the same
It's a lot of hate goin' on
I'm still the same n***a, hell yeah, I got money to blow (Got money to blow)
I was just finna cop Hellcat (Skrrt)
I got to thinkin', a lotta n***as workin' (Armo made that sh*t wavy), I don't know who next to go (Next to go)
I just know I'm solid, I'll never tell a soul (Tell a soul)
When I talk, you know I'm statin' facts and that's fo' sho' (Goddamn, BJ with another one)
I really live this lifestyle, I should be the next to blow (Blow)
n***a [eat?], why the bad always happen to the real?
n***as pass, we gon' let it go (Go)
I'm still grindin', stackin' money, never slow (Never slow)
I can get n***as gone (Gone)
Free [Meezy?] out the cell, he'll let it blow (Blow)
It's a lot on my plate, I can't fold (I can't fold)
Money really do have you blind, n***as greedy (Greedy)
He prolly eat cheese and tell everything they needing

Snakes in grass, thank God it wasn't [?]
All the opps, they like stores, all them n***as targets
Brand new micro Draco, fifty-round drum on the Glock
I could've built a house from the ground up, instead I bought a watch
Got n***as ready to shoot 'em and they like b-roll (Yeah, yeah)
Fifteen hundred, my jacket Moncler, we know the streets cold
VLONE Runtz, we smoke clarity
Cuban links, yeah, I should've went charity
I kept 'bout fourteen [?], I went Amiri
Just ran up fifty off a flip phone, you talk to Siri
Don't want no problem with choppers
Hit one of my bros, I got 'em
Shoot dice and bet every dollar (Yeah, yeah)
Get hit, double back and rob 'em
Six-figure n***a, tryna injure my bank account
I got young hittas tryna run up they body count
I just want the top, I don't give a f**k 'bout your body count
[?], Lil' Joe'll catch you, don't give a damn if you're out of bounds
We got jewelers on speed dial

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