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d1 - used to it lyrics

[intro: despair]
“hit me up before i die, yeah b-tch”

[verse 1: lil wintr]
b-tches on me now, boy i’m used to it
smoking dope, chasing guap, all the shit
all my bands stacking high, getting rich
bankroll flowing, i just bought my b-tch
yeah, i can’t ever step down now
stacking to the top, being broke, boy i can’t allow
off the gas, off the pack, boy i got the loud
sitting in a daze, i be floating way up in a cloud

[verse 2: hella sketchy]
dropped a perc in the lean, ran a check up with my team
can’t stop thumbing through these racks, can’t stop thumbing through my green
hit a ten band lick, in la i popped a bean
draped in fabrics, cost a brick, took the pack ’cause i’m a fiend
they all want my clout now, they all want my bands now
hoes on my phone calling, they all just some fans now
money too long, got me feeling like the man now
opps all around me, i can’t stop, man i can’t now

[verse 3: lil wintr]
on the way to the fame, b-tch i’m d1
fuck with me, b-tch i’m way up top and y’all my sons
cashing out on these checks, i ain’t close to none
step up boy, it ain’t a race, i already won
b-tches on me now, boy i’m used to it
sippin’ on the sprite, purple got me lit
got it in my bag, flexing all the fits
i can’t ever stop, boy i’m used to it

[verse 4: despair]
yea i’m used to it, i’m not new to this
texas to la, it’s nothing special, b-tch
spend a couple thousand, yeah i maneuver it
face it, you can’t be like me, b-tch get over it
i’m just flexing and finessing, yeah that’s all i really know
all these bands in my pocket, yeah i’m fuckin’ walking slow
and the money come around, then the fakes start to show
just wait, me and my team, yeah we ’bout to fucking blow

[verse 5: hella sketchy]
sippin’ on the sprite with lil wintr got me lit
hit another jugg, six bands on my fit
.30 in my waist, red beam, keep it gripped
hundreds so blue, got me feeling like a crip
too many hundreds on my lap
i just need the bands, i need the racks
gucci on my body, on my back
rollin’ straight gas, kush pack

- d1 lyrics

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