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Raf Simmons cost me slips
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 made beat, baby
money, why these niggas gettin' mad?
Jump off the with 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 into that, address, I can you that
So if my label drop me, I can still look I rap
Know a couple of niggas livin' like got platinum plaques (Aha)
All they is catchin' bags, sendin' out and sittin' back (aha)
Presi' on my wrist, I can afford that
Back in the day, I couldn't even look that
When I was broke, I couldn't even toward the bitch
Now she suck my dick and don't say shit when I record the (catch that)
Been on the list, tryna see the Forbes list
Went from playin' with to out in traffic blowin' sticks (Graa)
When your fans gets name tatted, then you know you lit
Stank from my cologne, I'ma fuck her if she snort the (aha)
Promise my brother I'ma stack and get this right
But I'm spendin' 60k a just on everyday life
When you that bag, everybody whirl it
Problems they got, they gon' call you you 'caused 'em
Fall up in the club, I can rain it's morning
Start in game 'cause at practice, I've been ballin' (swish)
Heard a couple niggas wanna put me on my (what)
Tell 'em pull up with them sticks and let 'em hit, you not miss, bitch

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

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

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