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Raf Simmons cost me five
Dat Goyard bag fire strip
You in Detroit and see a Wraith, nigga that's my
Would of Rico's shit back, I am not Mitch
Helluva made beat, baby
Gettin' money, why these gettin' mad?
off the plane with a couple of M's in the bag
If play with me, it's numbers on their head
We ain't gon' talk about it though, the end of that

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Trappin', I'm still into that, address, I can send you
So if my label drop me, I can still like I rap
Know a of niggas livin' like they got platinum plaques (Aha)
All they doing is catchin' bags, out and sittin' back (aha)
Presi' on my wrist, I can afford that
Back in the day, I couldn't even look toward
When I was broke, I couldn't look toward the bitch
Now she suck my dick and say shit when I record the bitch (catch that)
Been on the indictment list, tryna see the list
Went from playin' with joysticks to out in blowin' sticks (Graa)
When your fans gets your name tatted, you know you lit
Stank from my cologne, fuck her if she snort the drip (aha)
Promise my I'ma stack and get this paper right
But I'm spendin' 60k a month on everyday life
you that bag, everybody wanna whirl it
Problems they got, they gon' call you you 'caused 'em
Fall up in the club, I can rain 'till morning
Start in every game 'cause at practice, been ballin' (swish)
Heard a couple niggas put me on my shit (what)
Tell 'em pull up them sticks and let 'em hit, you better not miss, bitch

I know some Crips, some TreeTops
Name good, I ain't sold no re-rock
All these colors in my like a peacock
I let .40 slang 'till it decock
through my old hood, with some new money
Blue money, they that Tell 'em do somethin'
Got three chains, and like two Presi's
Three choppas, four Glocks, shit too heavy

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Key to the pad, key to the Rolls, key to the bag
I got the key to the streets, don't get a key put on ass
When I do that, you know niggas gon' knock you in half
cash load, got my back broke
Bitches on the East, and on the Coast
Sent me pics and videos, you get my passcode
Ten up in the motor, got the broke
Bitch, don't get yo' head painted, you gon' look like Lil (painted red)
Ridin' through Atlanta with my Lil Boat (Lil Boat)
Niggas trailin' us and you what they good for
to fly to Cali and look for that good dope
If you 'bout that life, then what you shook for?
Told my lil bro, I had to chase M's, .40 on me, all big bills
In the of the Mulsanne, lettin' the space build
If the police flip me with this Glock, I'ma ten
I supposed to be the shooter, I'm on top
But I let it spray like it's 4 days into July
I've been runnin' red light in my city, I it's hot
I'd rather take the ticket, niggas my top, it's so many opp's

I know some Crips, some TreeTops
Name good, I ain't sold no re-rock
All these colors in my like a peacock
I let .40 slang 'till it decock
Know some BD's, I some gangsta's
Get outta and they a spank ya
Know some Pirus, know some
Know some sex, money, murder niggas paint ya