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sunizout - 490 lyrics

[intro: vin diesel & sunizout]

(money makin’ sunny)
yeah, you know the science
money green wallaby’s
all suede with the gum bottoms, leather laces (gummies)
low sportsman (woo, polo fresh)
40 acres and a lo’ (hmm)
roll up this pack of dutches and ride this 490
uh, let’s go!

[verse 1: sunizout]
backwoods and blue [?] (eatin’ good, n++++)
takeout from ruth’s chris
we discussin’ [?]
pickin’ our chops with toothpicks (whole lotta money)
sittin’ in this martell penthouse, my view sick (you see it)
til’ i’m in that roofless like dj khaled with [?]
the ones that chef dred be on, with brown stew mix
they say a lot about me, i rock it, when the shoe fits (hahaha)
just know you’ll end up in the box, just like my new kicks
my east atlanta n+++++ pop choppas, i pray the zoo fixed
i get money, f+ck hoes, h+lla proper, play for blue strips
del lago, throwin’ back bottles, you see the crew lit
we out here like [?], jigga, b+tch, who you wit?
pickin’ suckas off like eeny, miny, mo
they like to say that sun is shady, i’m with the grimier than most
in the wraith, on the 90 and we glidin’ down the coast (yoom)
nowadays it’s hard to find him, god, enlighten me with the [?]
see, it’s all in god’s timin’, you had patience, you would know
while the wraith seat reclinin’, yo, machine, let it go
(uh, look)
[verse 2: conway the machine]
i took a loss, then i got it back
got a rack, went and got a pack
flipped it twice, went to holla back at my plug
he threw four and a half, that’s a lot of crack
i’m just tryna show you n+++++ how i got it poppin’ back when i was young
had to pop my gun, i am not the one
got it out the slums, told you n+++++ “watch what i become”
so how could i be done?
reject 2 was like the chronic 1 (huh?)
dropped g.o.a.t.— was like chronic 2001 (haa)
top five when i jot a drum
i hope you p+ssy n+++++ got a gun (i hope you strapped, n++++)
uh, i’m big l mixed with a lot of pun (‘kay)
jumped on the 90, came to the roc just to rock with sun (what up, n++++?)
b+tches be like “con, where you get the gucci galoshes from?” (hahaha)
we toast with a glass of remy martin (huh?)
any artist can get a few out the semi cartridge (boom, boom, boom)
i’m gettin’ legal money, still be feelin’ awkward (‘kay)
‘cause the street sh+t— i’m still involved with, ah

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