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Raf cost me five slips
Dat Goyard bag another fire
You in and see a Wraith, nigga that's my shit
Would of pushed Rico's back, I am not Mitch
Helluva this beat, baby
Gettin' money, why niggas gettin' mad?
Jump off the with a couple of M's in the bag
If anybody with me, it's numbers on their head
We ain't 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 label drop me, I can look like I rap
Know a couple of niggas like they got platinum plaques (Aha)
All they doing is catchin' bags, sendin' out and back (aha)
Rose on my wrist, I can afford that
in the day, I couldn't even look toward that
When I was broke, I couldn't look toward the bitch
Now she suck my dick and don't say shit when I the bitch (catch that)
Been on the list, tryna see the Forbes list
from playin' with joysticks to out in traffic blowin' sticks (Graa)
When your gets your name tatted, then you know you lit
from my cologne, I'ma 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 just on life
When you bag, everybody wanna whirl it
Problems got, they gon' call you like you 'caused 'em
Fall up in the club, I can rain 'till morning
in every game 'cause at practice, I've been ballin' (swish)
Heard a niggas wanna put me on my shit (what)
Tell 'em pull up with them sticks and let 'em hit, you better not miss,

I know some Crips, know TreeTops
Name good, I never sold no re-rock
All these colors in my chain a peacock
I let that .40 slang it decock
Ridin' my old hood, with some new money
Blue money, they that Tell 'em do somethin'
Got three Tennis chains, and 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 them niggas gon' you in half
Heavy cash load, got my 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 hood
Bitch, don't get yo' head painted, you gon' look like Lil (painted red)
Ridin' through Atlanta with my nigga Lil (Lil Boat)
Niggas trailin' us and you what they good for
'Bout to fly to and look for that good dope
If you 'bout 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 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 into
I've runnin' 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, 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 know some
Get line and they a spank ya
Know Pirus, know some head-bangers
Know some sex, money, murder niggas that'll ya