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Raf Simmons cost me slips
Dat bag another fire strip
You in and see a Wraith, nigga that's my shit
Would of Rico's shit back, I am not Mitch
Helluva made 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 gon' talk about it though, that's the end of that

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Trappin', I'm still that, address, I can send you that
So if my label drop me, I can still like I rap
Know a couple of niggas livin' like they got platinum (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 even look 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 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 brother I'ma stack and get paper right
But I'm spendin' 60k a month just on life
When you that bag, wanna whirl it
they 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 ballin' (swish)
Heard a couple niggas put me on my shit (what)
Tell 'em pull up with them sticks and let 'em hit, you not miss, bitch

I know some Crips, know some
Name good, I ain't never sold no
All these colors in my chain like a
I let that .40 slang 'till it
Ridin' through my old hood, some new money
Blue money, they that mad? Tell 'em do
Got three Tennis chains, and 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, get a key put on your ass
When I do that, you know them niggas gon' knock you in
Heavy load, got my back broke
on the East, and on the West Coast
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 gon' like Lil Boat (painted red)
Ridin' through with my nigga Lil Boat (Lil Boat)
Niggas trailin' us and you what they good for
'Bout to fly to Cali and look for that dope
If you 'bout that life, 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, the space 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 into July
I've been runnin' red light in my city, I it's hot
I'd take the ticket, niggas want my top, it's so many opp's

I some 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 know some
Get outta line and they a ya
Know Pirus, know some head-bangers
Know some sex, money, niggas that'll paint ya