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Raf Simmons cost me slips
Dat Goyard bag fire strip
You in and see a Wraith, nigga that's my shit
Would of pushed shit back, I am not Mitch
Helluva made beat, baby
Gettin' money, why these niggas mad?
Jump off the plane with a of M's in the bag
If anybody play with me, it's on their head
We ain't gon' talk about it though, 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 still look I rap
Know a couple of livin' like they got platinum plaques (Aha)
All they doing is bags, sendin' out and sittin' back (aha)
Rose on my wrist, I can afford that
Back in the day, I couldn't even toward that
I was broke, I couldn't even look toward the bitch
Now she my dick and don't say shit when I record the bitch (catch that)
Been on the indictment list, tryna see the list
Went playin' 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 the drip (aha)
Promise my brother I'ma and get this paper right
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 game 'cause at practice, I've been (swish)
Heard a couple wanna put me on my shit (what)
Tell 'em pull up with them sticks and let 'em hit, you better not miss,

I some Crips, know some TreeTops
Name good, I never sold no re-rock
All these colors in my like a peacock
I let .40 slang 'till it decock
Ridin' through my old hood, with new money
Blue money, they mad? Tell 'em do somethin'
Got three Tennis chains, and two Presi's
Three choppas, four Glocks, this shit too

2]
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 load, got my back broke
Bitches on the East, and on the West
Sent me pics and videos, you can't get my
Ten up in the motor, got the broke
Bitch, don't get yo' head painted, you look like Lil Boat (painted red)
through Atlanta with my nigga Lil Boat (Lil Boat)
Niggas us and you know what they good for
'Bout to fly to Cali and look for good dope
If you 'bout that life, then what you shook for?
Told my lil bro, I had to chase M's, .40 on me, all big face
In the back of the Mulsanne, lettin' the build
If the police flip me with Glock, I'ma face ten
I supposed 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 want my top, it's so opp's

I know Crips, know some TreeTops
Name good, I ain't never sold no
All colors in my chain like a peacock
I let that .40 slang 'till it
Know some BD's, I 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