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Raf Simmons cost me slips
Dat Goyard bag fire strip
You in Detroit and see a Wraith, nigga that's my
Would of pushed shit back, I am not Mitch
Helluva made beat, baby
Gettin' money, why these niggas 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 gon' about it though, that's the end of that

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Trappin', I'm still into that, address, I can you that
So if my label drop me, I can look like I rap
a couple of niggas livin' like they got platinum plaques (Aha)
All doing is catchin' bags, sendin' out and sittin' back (aha)
Presi' on my wrist, I can afford that
Back in the day, I couldn't even look toward
When I was broke, I even look toward the bitch
Now she suck my dick and don't say shit when I record the (catch that)
Been on the indictment list, tryna see the list
Went from playin' with joysticks to out in traffic sticks (Graa)
When fans gets your name tatted, then you know you lit
Stank my cologne, I'ma fuck her if she snort the drip (aha)
Promise my brother I'ma stack and get this paper
But I'm 60k a month just on everyday life
When you that bag, everybody wanna it
Problems they got, they gon' call you like you '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 niggas put me on my shit (what)
Tell 'em pull up with them and let 'em hit, you better not miss, bitch

I know some Crips, know some
good, I ain't never sold no re-rock
All these colors in my like a peacock
I let that .40 slang 'till it
Ridin' through my old hood, with some new
Blue money, they that Tell 'em do somethin'
Got Tennis chains, and like two Presi's
Three choppas, four Glocks, shit too heavy

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 know them gon' knock you in half
Heavy load, got my back broke
Bitches on the East, and on the Coast
Sent me and videos, you can't get my passcode
Ten up in the motor, got the hood
Bitch, don't get yo' painted, you gon' look like Lil Boat (painted red)
Ridin' Atlanta 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 'bout that life, then what you lookin' 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 police flip me with Glock, I'ma face ten
I supposed to be the shooter, I'm on top
But I still let it like it's 4 days into July
I've been runnin' red light in my city, I it's hot
I'd rather the ticket, niggas want my top, it's so many opp's

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