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Raf cost me five slips
Dat bag another fire strip
You in Detroit and see a Wraith, nigga my shit
of pushed Rico's shit back, I am not Mitch
Helluva made this beat,
Gettin' money, why these niggas gettin'
Jump off the with a couple of M's in the bag
If play with me, it's numbers on their head
We gon' talk about it though, that's the end of that

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Trappin', I'm into that, address, I can send you that
So if my drop me, I can still look like I rap
Know a couple of niggas livin' like they got plaques (Aha)
All they is catchin' bags, sendin' out and sittin' back (aha)
Rose Presi' on my wrist, I can afford
Back in the day, I couldn't even look that
I was broke, I couldn't even 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' joysticks to out in traffic blowin' sticks (Graa)
your fans gets your name tatted, then you know you lit
Stank from my cologne, I'ma fuck her if she snort the (aha)
my brother I'ma stack and get this paper right
But I'm spendin' 60k a month just on everyday
When you that bag, everybody whirl it
Problems they got, they call you like you 'caused 'em
Fall up in the club, I can rain 'till it's
in every game 'cause at practice, I've 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, know TreeTops
Name good, I ain't sold no re-rock
All these colors in my chain like a
I let that .40 'till it decock
through my old hood, with some new money
Blue money, they that mad? Tell 'em do
Got Tennis chains, and like two Presi's
Three choppas, Glocks, this 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 them gon' knock you in half
Heavy cash load, got my broke
Bitches on the East, and on the West
Sent me pics and videos, you get my passcode
Ten up in the motor, got the hood
Bitch, don't get yo' head painted, you look like Lil Boat (painted red)
Ridin' through with my nigga Lil Boat (Lil Boat)
Niggas trailin' us and you know they good for
'Bout to fly to Cali and look for that dope
If you 'bout that life, then what you lookin' for?
Told my lil bro, I had to M's, .40 on me, all big face bills
In the back of the Mulsanne, 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 still let it like it's 4 days into July
I've been runnin' red light in my city, I know 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 never no re-rock
All these colors in my chain like a
I let that .40 slang 'till it
Know BD's, I know some gangsta's
Get outta and they a spank ya
some Pirus, know some head-bangers
Know some sex, money, murder niggas that'll ya