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Raf cost me five slips
Dat bag another fire strip
You in Detroit and see a Wraith, that's my shit
Would of Rico's shit back, I am not Mitch
Helluva made this beat,
money, why these niggas gettin' mad?
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 talk about it though, that's the end of that

1 ]
Trappin', I'm still into that, address, I can you that
So if my label drop me, I can look like I rap
Know a couple of niggas livin' like they got plaques (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 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 playin' with joysticks to out in traffic blowin' (Graa)
When your fans gets name tatted, then you know you lit
Stank from my cologne, I'ma fuck her if she snort the (aha)
Promise my brother I'ma and get this paper right
But I'm spendin' 60k a month just on everyday
When you bag, everybody wanna whirl 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 niggas put me on my shit (what)
Tell 'em pull up with them sticks and let 'em hit, you not miss, bitch

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

2]
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
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' like Lil Boat (painted red)
Ridin' through Atlanta my nigga Lil Boat (Lil Boat)
Niggas trailin' us and you know what good for
'Bout to fly to Cali and look for that dope
If you 'bout that life, then what you lookin' shook
Told my lil bro, I had to M's, .40 on me, all big face bills
In the of the Mulsanne, lettin' the space build
If the police me with this Glock, I'ma face ten
I supposed to be the shooter, I'm on top
But I let it spray like it's 4 days into July
been runnin' red light in my city, I know it's hot
I'd rather take the ticket, niggas want my top, it's so many

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