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

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Trappin', I'm into that, address, I can send you that
So if my label drop me, I can still like I rap
Know a couple of livin' like they got platinum plaques (Aha)
All they is catchin' bags, sendin' out and sittin' back (aha)
Rose on my wrist, I can afford that
Back in the day, I couldn't look toward that
I was broke, I couldn't even look toward the bitch
Now she suck my dick and don't say shit when I the bitch (catch that)
Been on the indictment list, see the Forbes list
Went from with 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)
Promise my I'ma stack and get this paper right
But I'm spendin' 60k a month just on life
When you that bag, everybody wanna it
they got, they gon' call you like you 'caused 'em
Fall up in the club, I can rain it's morning
Start in every game at practice, I've been ballin' (swish)
Heard a couple wanna 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 never sold no re-rock
All these colors in my chain like a
I let that .40 slang 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
choppas, four 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 niggas gon' you in half
Heavy load, got my back broke
on the East, and on the West Coast
Sent me pics and videos, you get my passcode
Ten up in the motor, got the broke
Bitch, don't get yo' head painted, you gon' look Lil Boat (painted red)
Ridin' through Atlanta with my nigga Lil (Lil Boat)
trailin' us and you know what they good for
'Bout to fly to Cali and look for 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 flip me with this Glock, I'ma face 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, niggas want my top, so many opp's

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