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(Hollo)
(Ayy, Hollo, turn me up)
Sh*t (That's Zack prolly)
Pop some sh*t
Ayy, ayy, pop some sh*t
Haha, know they—

Ayy, big one, double-up time, linked up with 4X (4X)
We the new Carolina (We it), motherf**k the hate, ayy
I feel like the hottest (Huh, I do), I feel like the wave (Yeah, I do)
Huh, they be like, T, how come you ain't sign yet? (How come you ain't sing, lil' bro?)
That's 'cause I'm good on that clout sh*t (Yeah)
If I ever do and you ain't plugged in (Ayy), I'll open your mouth, lil' b*t*h (Yeah)
From the West, I'm good on the East, North and South, lil' b*t*h (Know that)
This sh*t take patience in a bag, gotta get my right before I brag
Got a few of my woes investin', for them I'll slide through Hell and back
Real life what I speak, I don't do the rap (No)
Nothin' but facts, I don't do the cap (No)
Know huggers hatin', what's up with that? (Yeah)
Foot on they neck, got 'em on they bag
Knock a b*t*h out, I don't need a strap
Pop somethin' fly, they taught me that
I don't do no w****s, I open that (On six)

Been patient and still they hatin', now I'm on my high horse (High horse, yeah)
Ain't showin' no remorse (No remorse, 4X)
Like a warrior, course (Uh-huh, yeah)
Pity, fake it 'til they make it (Make it, huh)
Now my guy anger cores (No-no, no)
We in way too deep (Too deep)
Type sh*t you slide for (Slide for)
Been patient-been patient and still they hatin' (Uh), now I'm on my high horse (High horse, yeah)
Ain't showin' no remorse (No remorse, uh-huh)
Like a warrior, course (Oh, gang)
Pity, fake it 'til they make it (Make it, huh)
Now my guy anger cores (He was, uh)
We in way too deep (Too deep)
Type sh*t you slide for (Slide for)
Police took four of my rods (Huh?), I ran 'bout five more (On gang)
Uh, it's Big 4X, the hottest alive (4X), them n***as gon' slide for (Grrt)
Me when I say, "Go slide", they hit your block with fire, you might not survive (Pu**y)
Uh, my lil' n***as on gangster time, they shootin' sh*t up, no Columbine (Ha)
I'm in the mall with the Glick on me (Glick)
Don't get mad 'cause your b*t*h want a pic from me (Thot, thot, uh)
Spit on him, go get your big homie (Lil' n***a)
ARPs, I can't tell you what I spent on them (On gang, brrt)
I'm finna blow, put a tick on me (Boom)
I got two hoes eatin' d**k at the Ritz, homie (Thot, thot, ooh)
Used to be broke, but I'm rich, homie
We spin back-to-back, reload it like Rich Homie (Fah, fah, fah, fah, fah, fah)
Huh, but I'm Rich Whammy
Can't get to him, it's on his family (Rich)
Ruger hop out with that stick blammin' (Brrt)
N***a got hit 'cause his stick jammin' (Pu**y)
Won't go back and forth, it's gon' get handled (Ha)
Labels keep callin', "Your sh*t jammin'" (Huh?)
But f**k 'em, I told 'em, "I ain't signin' unless they give me enough money to feed six families" (On Blood)

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