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Raf Simmons me five slips
Dat Goyard bag fire strip
You in Detroit and see a Wraith, that's my shit
Would of pushed Rico's shit back, I am not
Helluva made this beat,
Gettin' money, why these niggas gettin'
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 still that, address, I can send you that
So if my label me, I can still look like I rap
Know a couple of niggas livin' 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
When I was broke, I couldn't even look toward the
Now she suck my dick and don't say when I record the bitch (catch that)
Been on the indictment list, tryna see the Forbes
from playin' with joysticks to out in traffic blowin' sticks (Graa)
When your fans gets your name tatted, you know you lit
Stank from my cologne, fuck her if she snort the drip (aha)
Promise my brother I'ma stack and get this paper
But I'm spendin' 60k a month just on everyday
When you bag, everybody wanna whirl it
Problems they got, they gon' call you like you 'em
up in the club, I can rain 'till it's morning
Start in every 'cause at practice, I've been ballin' (swish)
a couple 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, some TreeTops
Name good, I ain't never sold no
All colors in my chain like a peacock
I let .40 slang 'till it decock
Ridin' my old hood, with some new money
money, they that mad? Tell 'em do somethin'
Got three Tennis chains, and two Presi's
Three choppas, four Glocks, this 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' knock you in
Heavy load, got my back 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 broke
Bitch, don't get yo' head painted, you gon' look Lil Boat (painted red)
Ridin' through with my nigga Lil Boat (Lil Boat)
Niggas trailin' us and you know what good for
'Bout to fly to Cali and look for good dope
If you that life, then what you lookin' 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 this Glock, I'ma 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 been runnin' red light in my city, I it's hot
I'd rather take the ticket, niggas want my top, it's so many

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