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[hook]
i’m so motherf-ckin’ true like i’m 2 chainz
ridin’ in that mayweather with your boo thing
every summer i pop up with some new chains
in these balmains feel with them blue things
and these hoes on my back like my fendi
you n-gg-s need to e.n.d the envy
and the troopers stop my car just to frisk me
big stash and they think that it’s empty

[verse:1]
when a real n-gg- talk and please don’t speak
my watch tried to take your b-tch from me
dead ‘mens in my pockets all hunnid me
b-tch i’m sippin’ right now don’t even touch me
no im not sippin slow
just p-ss me the ball
imma pick and roll
i’m out there getting dough
gettin off the dope
sosa where she goes, i don’t really know
but i know i want a new house, new sh-t, new money, new dad
new disc, new thot, new b-tch
all the time i ain’t have a mood switch
new gucci, new louie
new shirts, new pants, new kicks
new drink, new weed
i’m surrounded around by a bunch of new sh-t

[hook]
i’m so motherf-ckin’ true like i’m 2 chainz
ridin’ in that mayweather with your boo thing
every summer i pop up with some new chains
in these balmains feel with them blue things
and these hoes on my back like my fendi
you n-gg-s need to e.n.d the envy
and the troopers stop my car just to frisk me
big stash and they think that it’s empty

[verse: 2]
big stash pot in the car for a f-ck n-gg-
soon as i see you creepin’ up imma bust n-gg-
one thing about my pistol we got lots of trust n-gg-
he know he’s a throw-away he don’t give a f-ck n-gg-
don’t let my n-gg-s catch you on that rough n-gg-
all these waves i feel like i’m puff n-gg-
at the top it’s just us n-gg-
if you ain’t with us, we don’t really f-ck with you
i’m countin’ cash on my ten fingers or my ten toes
when i wanna be low-key, i’m in that land rover
you can put me in detox, don’t think i’m staying sober
jump in front of this metro train, and get ran over

[hook]
i’m so motherf-ckin’ true like i’m 2 chainz
ridin’ in that mayweather with your boo thing
every summer i pop up with some new chains
in these balmains feel with them blue things
and these hoes on my back like my fendi
you n-gg-s need to e.n.d the envy
and the troopers stop my car just to frisk me
big stash and they think that it’s empty



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