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(hook) +
rolls royce
‘rarri ‘rarri
can’t go back to jail, i’ll stop harrassin’ barbie
my b+tch moving slow whenever she off the molly
she said i get violent when i drink bacardi
wet these bands
i’mma cash out
please don’t set me up or i’mma lash out
and if they ask what happened, say you blacked out
baby, you my ride or die why would you back the f+ck out
you think i got a problem with this sh+t, baby you trippin’
you think i can’t control myself, they think that i’m addicted
got deja vu like why i keep hanging out with these b+tches
i’mma get the check, bring my glock then f+cking spend it
you think i got a problem with this
b+tch i’m paranoid i up my choppa, make hits
i might spend a band but i won’t die for my b+tch
bought a d+mn stick to la and i’m not hidin’ that sh+t
(verse) +
b+tch i’m cashing out
wearing all brand new designer
f+cking behind her, you cannot find me again, but right on my d+ck you might find her
i ain’t a liar, b+tch i be movin’ through all of these checks like that sh+t required
i just went up on my price
i got a lil clout now these lil’ n+ggas wanna act tired
momma like where you get all of that cash
look at my neck, i just spent me a bag
i’m in la, i been smoking some gas
i need some ksubis, i like how it flash
these hoes in love, they really addicted
my b+tch toxic, my b+tch wicked
i’m blowing up, i’m a shooting star
you n+ggas hide what you truly are
these b+tches wan’ hop in the moshpit
got so many hoes on my block list
cause these n+ggas here outta pocket
guaranteed got a rack in my pocket
if that beam at your head, you a target
and i’m squeezing the trigger, keep talking
on her knees and she suck till she vomit
and i need me protection ain’t shocking
and she trippin’ off something so modest
and me in my town i’m the hottest
i can’t be safe out here i’ll be honest
but i’ll never die that’s a promise
right here, i be working the hardest
in the future i’ll still be the farthest
hollow tips hit your heart, it’s the sharpest
and i’m still in the streets, i’m an artist
(hook) +
rolls royce
‘rarri ‘rarri
can’t go back to jail, i’ll stop harrassin’ barbie
my b+tch moving slow whenever she off the molly
she said i get violent when i drink bacardi
wet these bands
i’mma cash out
please don’t set me up or i’mma lash out
and if they ask what happened, say you blacked out
baby, you my ride or die why would you back the f+ck out
you think i got a problem with this sh+t, baby you trippin’
you think i can’t control myself, they think that i’m addicted
got deja vu like why i keep hanging out with these b+tches
i’mma get the check, bring my glock then f+cking spend it
you think i got a problem with this
b+tch i’m paranoid i up my choppa, make hits
i might spend a band but i won’t die for my b+tch
bought a d+mn stick to la and i’m not hidin’ that sh+t

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