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[chorus]
drippin’ designer, that’s foreign fashion
y’all n-gg-s lit, you really have it
rick jeans, i could k!ll that[?]
eating crab that’s sebastian
i remember used to eat at the zaxby’s
you the type the n-gg-
to get robbed in the alleys
can’t just drop the rack and battle this
winner team gon’ put up a tally
couple hoes still rocking to sally’s
plenty n-gg-s h-t that, never come past me
check the scoreboard, n-gg-
pack that sh-t up
and wait for y’all to deliver it
i get the money and ball with my n-gg-s
trap zone, n-gg-, look at these figures
f-ck this sh-t up
no, i don’t need no pencil

[verse 1]
i get the racks, i double it
can’t do business with n-gg-s, they counterfeit
these be falling, tumblin’
and my young n-gg-s they be jumping for shows
loose screws, leave a boy in the cold
lying n-gg- he be breaking the code
real boss never sold my soul

still bossin’ count guap like a hobby
and i keep my tommy
they can’t find me
boy can’t get ’bout me
say that he won’t try me
don’t try no tommy
give your hoe a new ricky
lil hoe wet, she misty
cough up at your city
hoe i get no kickin’

[chorus]
drippin’ designer, that’s foreign fashion
y’all n-gg-s lit, you really have it
rick jeans, i could k!ll that[?]
eating crab that’s sebastian
i remember used to eat at the zaxby’s
you the type the n-gg-
to get robbed in the alleys
can’t just drop the rack and battle this
winner team gon’ put up a tally
couple hoes still rocking to sally’s
plenty n-gg-s h-t that, never come past me
check the scoreboard, n-gg-
pack that sh-t up
and wait for y’all to deliver it
i get the money and ball with my n-gg-s
trap zone, n-gg-, look at these figures
f-ck this sh-t up
no, i don’t need no pencil

[verse 2]
dread heads, smoking like a rasta
most of you n-gg-s eatin pasta’s
gotta sort this sh-t out like a doctor
these n-gg-s in jails, pop two bars
and yell no cap, gon ride that, man
and i’m still cool as a fan
bunch of b-tches, bringing my bands

this sh-t simple, don’t trip
pick that again, quit trippin’
n-gg- want smoke, get kickfliped
slide in the ‘rari, pierced leather
stacked like a tetris, good fit
ride with the hot jets
pimpin only, ‘pac sh-t

[chorus]
drippin’ designer, that’s foreign fashion
y’all n-gg-s lit, you really have it
rick jeans, i could k!ll that[?]
eating crab that’s sebastian
i remember used to eat at the zaxby’s
you the type the n-gg-
to get robbed in the alleys
can’t just drop the rack and battle this
winner team gon’ put up a tally
couple hoes still rocking to sally’s
plenty n-gg-s h-t that, never come past me
check the scoreboard, n-gg-
pack that sh-t up
and wait for y’all to deliver it
i get the money and ball with my n-gg-s
trap zone, n-gg-, look at these figures
f-ck this sh-t up
no, i don’t need no pencil



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