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I gotta get that shit like right, feel me?
That shit could be hard, lowkey
I send back the 5, tell shorty I love her
She's still gonna act like I ain't done enough
These bitches be lying, I ain't got the time
That's why I'm in love with my double cup
I'm out my mind, my words be slidin'
I bought a new 'Maro to fuck it up
I bought Mercedes to fuck it up
I bought a AP to fuck it up
I'm just tryna run the cake up
Versace sheets just to make love
Got a private just to make drugs
'Cause I'm tryna flood the face up
I been fuckin' with the same plug
I been fuckin' with these rich niggas
Had to whip it with my wrist nigga
Then I got it on my wrist nigga, yeah, yeah
Conversations of a rich nigga
Brought the consequences of a rich nigga
I seen too many niggas switch nigga
I could never be a bitch nigga
Ain't nobody give me shit, I got it on my own
Score with no assist nigga
Pyrex or a hit nigga
Either way I'll be a rich nigga
Have you ever been whippin' the dope
So good you think that the feds watchin'?
'Cause my O.G's they been whippin' the dope up
My niggas got they bread flockin'
Feel like burger, I'm stackin' the cheese
They nickname the trap house, Red Robin
I was tryin' to push work with you
Your man's came now the Fed's knockin'
Now I wanna run it up nigga
Purple Fanta in the cup nigga
VVS's straight from Avianne
You claim you 'bout it nigga, why you lyin'?
Got yours, had to make mine
Push packs 'cross state lines
You bitches always tryin' to take the check
See a baller then they break their neck, yeah, yeah
I send back the 5, tell shorty I love her
She's still gonna act like I ain't done enough
These bitches be lyin', I ain't got the time
That's why I'm in love with my double cup
I'm out of my mind, my words be slidin'
I brought a new 'Maro to fuck it up
I brought Mercedes to fuck it up
I brought a AP to fuck it up
I'm just tryna run the cake up
Versace sheets just to make love
Got a private just to make drugs
'Cause I'm tryna flood the face up
I been fuckin' with the same plug
I been fuckin' with these rich niggas
Had to whip it with my wrist nigga
Then I got it on my wrist nigga, yeah, yeah
Young nigga got it out the mud
Whipped my wrist and tore the vacant up
And it's always been fuck the law
So I can never pick the bacon up
I run the bands up, why you playin' with me?
My life a movie livin' HD
My jeweler called, he got a AP
I keep my dogs no snakes with me
Seen false niggas live a long time
And the real niggas die young, yeah, yeah
I seen a boss nigga get shot
He took a loss, then he got high
They look through the blinds, give them time
Fuck the police we just shake the spot
Put the P's in the duffle bag
Little brother gotta take the Glock
Main reason I don't fuck with you niggas
You run them digits then you turn snitch
All your dogs got locked up
Then your best friend was a sherm stick
I wasn't born a baller
I had to stack it up I had to earn this
Everything I got I earned it
Sit back and wait your turn, bitch
I send back the 5, tell shorty I love her
She's still gonna act like I ain't done enough
You bitches be lyin', I ain't got the time
That's why I'm in love with my double cup
I'm out of my mind, my words be slidin'
I brought a new 'Maro to fuck it up
I brought Mercedes to fuck it up
I brought a AP to fuck it up
I'm just tryna run the cake up
Versace sheets just to make love
Got a private just to make drugs
'Cause I'm tryna flood the face up
I been fuckin' with the same plug
I been fuckin' with these rich niggas
Had to whip it with my wrist nigga
Then I got it on my wrist nigga, yeah, yeah
Iced out!

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