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Raf Simmons cost me five
Dat Goyard bag another strip
You in Detroit and see a Wraith, 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 with a couple of M's in the bag
If anybody play with me, numbers on their head
We ain't gon' talk about it though, 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 still look I rap
Know a of niggas 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
When I was broke, I even look toward the bitch
Now she suck my and don't say shit when I record the bitch (catch that)
Been on the indictment list, tryna see the Forbes
Went playin' with joysticks to out in traffic blowin' sticks (Graa)
When your fans your name tatted, then you know you lit
Stank from my cologne, fuck her if she snort the drip (aha)
Promise my brother I'ma stack and get paper right
But I'm spendin' 60k a just on everyday life
When you bag, everybody wanna whirl it
Problems they got, gon' call you like you 'caused 'em
Fall up in the club, I can rain 'till morning
Start in every game at practice, I've been ballin' (swish)
Heard a niggas wanna 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
good, I ain't never sold no re-rock
All these colors in my like a peacock
I let that .40 'till it decock
Ridin' through my old hood, with new money
Blue money, that mad? Tell 'em do somethin'
Got three Tennis chains, and like two
Three choppas, four Glocks, 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, don't get a key put on ass
When I do that, you know them niggas gon' knock you in
Heavy cash load, got my 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 hood
Bitch, don't get yo' head painted, you gon' like Lil Boat (painted red)
Ridin' through Atlanta with my Lil Boat (Lil Boat)
Niggas us and you know what they good for
'Bout to fly to and look for that good dope
If you 'bout life, then what you lookin' shook 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 this Glock, 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 know hot
I'd rather take the ticket, want my top, it's so many opp's

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