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

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Trappin', I'm still into that, address, I can you that
So if my label me, I can still look like I rap
Know a couple of niggas like they got platinum plaques (Aha)
All they doing is catchin' bags, out and sittin' back (aha)
Rose Presi' on my wrist, I can afford
Back in the day, I couldn't even toward that
When I was broke, I couldn't even toward the bitch
Now she suck my 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 your tatted, then you know you lit
Stank from my cologne, I'ma her if she snort the drip (aha)
Promise my brother I'ma stack and get this paper
But I'm spendin' 60k a month just on life
When you that bag, wanna whirl it
Problems got, they gon' call you like you 'caused 'em
Fall up in the club, I can rain 'till it's
Start in every 'cause at practice, I've been ballin' (swish)
Heard a couple niggas put me on my shit (what)
Tell 'em up with them sticks and let 'em hit, you better not miss, bitch

I know some Crips, know some
Name good, I ain't sold no re-rock
All these in my chain like a peacock
I let .40 slang 'till it decock
Ridin' through my old hood, with some new
Blue money, they that mad? '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, get a key put on your ass
When I do that, you them niggas gon' knock you in half
Heavy cash load, got my broke
Bitches on the East, and on the Coast
me pics and videos, you can't get my passcode
Ten up in the motor, got the hood
Bitch, get yo' head painted, you gon' look like Lil Boat (painted red)
Ridin' through Atlanta my nigga Lil Boat (Lil Boat)
Niggas trailin' us and you know what they 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 chase M's, .40 on me, all big face
In the back of the Mulsanne, the space 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 it's 4 days into July
I've been runnin' red light in my city, I know hot
I'd rather take the ticket, want my top, it's so many opp's

I know some Crips, know some
Name good, I ain't sold no re-rock
All these colors in my chain like a
I let that .40 'till it decock
Know BD's, I know some gangsta's
Get outta line and they a ya
Know some Pirus, some head-bangers
Know some sex, money, murder that'll paint ya