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I go, I go, ay ay, I go
Up in the morning, you bad
Sorry I ain't you back
The same my father had
All his time, all he had, all he had
In he dreamed
All his cash, market
Hurt him bad, people get divorced for
Drops some pops is good
pass in Hollywood
If you ask, my soul
fast, lost control
Off the road, jaw was
'Member we all was
'Member I'm coming
be taking all the stacks

I got in Atlanta
dope, lean, and the Fanta
Credit and the scammers
Hitting off in the bando
X6, Phantom
White X6 looks a panda
out like I'm Montana
Hundred killers, hundred
X6, Phantom
White X6,
Pockets swole,
bar, candy
Man I'm the macho Randy
The choppa go for Grammy
Bitch nigga, pull up ya
you killas understand me

I just to feel liberated, I, I, I
I just want to liberated, I, I, I
all the stacks, oh

I got broads in
Twisting dope, lean, and sipping
Credit cards and the
Wake up Versace, shit Desiigner
Whole of lavish shit
be asking round town who be clappin shit
I pullin up stuff in the ship
I got plenty of stuff of Bugatti, whip look how I try shit
X6, Phantom
White X6, on camera

How can I find
Who do you to?
How do I bind

If I turn to you
No other help I know, I my hands