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my n-gg-s up now
yeah we chillin’ our name in the air like a blimp
got new bucks now
what i paid for a cuban the cost of a whip
n-gg-s too tough now
f-ck the talkin’ i’ll leave all that sh-t to the stick
and i give two f-cks now
i just wanna move out with the gang and get rich
we gon air that sh-t out like a blimp what you startin’ to do i done already did
i ain’t givin’ no clout off a diss on my trail i ain’t tryna get put in the mix
derek jeter with all of these hits diamonds straight out the ocean they swim with the fish
talkin’ ’bout custody talkin’ ’bout cuffin’ me bust on her face now she seeing my kids
brand new pack like kid cudi
i smoke dope like kid cudi
bro imma keep it a band with you walk with a band or two
think yo’ b-tch love me
can’t say that i’m understanding you hoe i’m an animal
i had to risk something
only be talkin’ ’bout money i hate when i get around n-gg-s who switch subjects
shoutout yo’ main she know what it is
like i’m throwin’ a tantrum i’m blowin’ and sh-t
and we’ll put holes in a n-gg- and roll and we came out the gutter we bowlin’ and sh-t
always be all on the ‘gram you ain’t out what you mean when you say that you posted and sh-t
(oh he talkin’ ’bout he just uploaded a pic)
and i’m slidin’ on ice ’cause i’m cold as a b-tch
my life a movie inserted the disc now i’m waitin’ ’til ain’t no more loadin’ and sh-t
got to the cash and i got off my -ss saw the snakes in the gr-ss got to mowin’ that sh-t
hop in the jag i ain’t throwin’ a flag got a ten but i swear she be holdin’ and sh-t
might leave with yo’ hoe yea you reap what you sow on the 4s they ain’t slick yea they hoein’ and sh-t
n-gg-s like maids always foldin’ and sh-t
i just bought a moncler ’cause i’m cold as a b-tch
i get high as the f-ck and be low as a b-tch
like an exorcist, i’ll take his soul with a stick
like i’m back from vacation unloadin’ and sh-t
let it go like i’m elsa on “frozen” and sh-t
i’m on rap tours (raptors) ballin’, derozan and sh-t
they ain’t solid i’m already knowin’ and sh-t (aye)
i do the dash, hyphen
thumbin’ through all of this cash, excited (aye)
i’m in the jag slidin’
fendi all over my bag, stylin’
say they ridin’ i ran out of mileage
what i’m flyin’ ain’t delta it’s private
need a m otherwise i ain’t signin’
and sh-t ain’t add up so i started to minus (aye)
i count big bucks, my pockets never slim (they never slim)
must be throwed off, she said she want my kids (she want my kids)
slide cliqued up, we booted up like timbs (hoe we be booted)
get the rolls off, like i just hit the gym (i hit the gym)
imma go to the ticket and i just thank god for the way that i’m living’ (the way that i’m livin’)
a lot of heat they like he gotta be winnin’ my legs sore as h-ll i can’t kick it (no i can’t kick it)
i ain’t totin’ no blicky i’m totin’ a sticky it look like a midget (it look like a midget)
and if “life’s a song”, then don’t diss the gang
turn yo’ sh-t to a snippet aye



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