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[Intro: Ross]
Coast to coast
Red and what it do I see you
Chi-town all my GD's it nothing but love nigga
music is deeper than the rap nigga

[Verse 1: Ross]

I don't know murs but I know
I bet a new firs that I know all you niggas
Fake tough guys it ain't in your blood
Sex murder all them niggas give me love
Out in all them G's get cabbage
Just indicted gave 'em king pin status
Shittin' on these rappers faggots
And I some work with me for the questions they keep askin'
blue it match the denim in the fashion
Make haters but that mack 11 laughin'
a few stars
Fuck a few
it fly a coast
Baby we the
Hoes text
I never talk
Got the burner in the winter in the middle of New
Better hear the facts cause deeper than the rap
I got that eat your way cheaper than this stack
Mob
See the dress
I say shit twice
I'm Ecko
I'm so
And there's no
I sold fake in my own complex
Before ya a star better and join the mob
You the rules wack a nigga and you get a newer car
Ya wanted bling but ya girl just a fling
I'm a boom that boy when that was ya thing

[Verse 2: Mark
Breitling flooded links and nothing to me
Everyday another hater say they gonna do to me
I'm west chillin' with my booya trap
Niggas a who where what
Not ya'll
Got me up
coup or trucked up
Head run up on ya point blank buck buck
Fuck a blog my cars a hundred
Put ya ass in a bag ask if a problem
Boy
I ain't gotta a thumb a soo-woo dumbin' one in the head
I squeeze ya neck down numbin
I gotta now
Told my boy I hope my steal down
Started with a steer
up front page everybody stomped in the warehouse
My alibi Ross the courts know my whereabouts
Feared by many by few
I'm blazin Bentley til they get me I don't care you bro
I'ma do me if I ain't my ass shankin'
I ain't 50 but yayo keep my bucks bankin'
That's the game to precede a new
New cash my ass lose your arm
Shout out to the homies flaggin' on the left
Brought my to New York villa on the west side
Condo on Miami
like Miami Heat
Everybody know you see runnin' Miami streets