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

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

I know some Crips, some TreeTops
Name good, I ain't never no re-rock
All these colors in my chain like a
I let that .40 slang 'till it
Ridin' my old hood, with some new money
Blue money, they that Tell 'em do somethin'
Got three Tennis chains, and two Presi's
choppas, four Glocks, this shit too heavy

2]
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 them niggas gon' knock you in
Heavy load, got my back broke
Bitches on the East, and on the West
Sent me pics and videos, you can't get my
Ten up in the motor, got the broke
Bitch, don't get yo' painted, you gon' look like Lil Boat (painted red)
Ridin' through with my nigga Lil Boat (Lil Boat)
Niggas trailin' us and you know they good for
to fly to Cali and look for that good dope
If you 'bout that life, then you lookin' shook for?
my lil bro, I had to chase M's, .40 on me, all big face bills
In the back of the Mulsanne, lettin' the build
If the police flip me with this Glock, I'ma ten
I ain't to be the shooter, I'm on top
But I still let it spray like it's 4 days July
I've been red light in my city, I know it's hot
I'd rather take the ticket, niggas my top, it's so many opp's

I know some Crips, know some
good, I ain't never sold no re-rock
All these colors in my like a peacock
I let that .40 'till it decock
Know some BD's, I know some
Get outta line and a spank ya
Know some Pirus, know head-bangers
Know some sex, money, murder niggas that'll ya