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Got on they ass when I got out the can
Yeah
Yeah
Come on

Got right on they ass when I got out the can
I had to run it up fast as I can
No time to play, I been runnin' up bands
Niggas gon' hate, but they really some fans
I pray they free all my dogs out the jam
I walk in the booth and I bet I go H.A.M.
I f*ck her and kick her right out like she Pam
I do this shit for my fans and my fam
12 all on my dick, goddamn
My bitch ass so fat, goddamn
I lost my dog to the street, goddamn
Hundred racks, and it's all blue, goddamn
These niggas ain't keepin' it real, but I am
Do this shit in real life, I don't post on the 'Gram
I bought a new watch, could've went bought a Lam'
She suck dick all night, yes, ma'am

Old-school Cutlass, it came with a cab
Face card so good, I might run up a tab
Hit this shit from the back, yeah, I smash and I grab
On the way to that sack, 'bout to hop on a slab
This chain on my neck cost a brick and a half
Whеn it touch down, make them birds take a bath
Whеn I think 'bout my past, I might bust out and laugh
None of these niggas can't walk in my path
My bitch bad
I paid cash, went and bought her an ass
So many racks, I need a new stash
I just might pull up in a brand new Jag
Got in my bag and them boys got mad
I put his face on TV like I'm Vlad
I don't wanna hear 'bout the shit that you had
I don't wanna hear 'bout the shit in the past
They want me to fail and they want me to crash
Gotta keep droppin' shit 'cause these rappers, they trash
The car that I drive, that bitch paid off in cash
My brother came up, he got rich sellin' bags
Not trustin' these niggas, they switch on they mans
She like to suck without usin' no hands
Too many racks, they can't fit in my pants
Go run up a hundred and do it again
Bitch, I blew the advance

These niggas broke and they need to be fixed
12 on my dick, but I been out the mix
Stand up in that pain, I'm the realest it get
Whatever you put in this shit what you get
Had to really stay down, yeah, I grind for this shit
These niggas be burnt, ain't got time for that shit
Straight out the hood, now a young nigga lit
Ask about me, bitch, I'm solid like brick (Let's go)
Too many racks, man, this shit can't fit
I f*ck her 'til she can't take no dick
Thirty-five racks, went and iced my wrist
Trackhawk truck and it came with the kit
These niggas my sons, they really my jits
Walk in the kitchen, it's smellin' like fish
Bro workin' his wrist, but ain't cookin' no grits
I'm savin' my pape', I ain't savin' no bitch
My chain hit hard, you can see through the tints
My car so fast, hit the gas and it lift
Can't show no love to no maggot-ass bitch
Can't trust no nigga, seen so many switch
I custom my 'fit 'cause they eat up the drip
Lost my heart when my brother got killed
75K, just made one flip (One flip, bitch)

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