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[Intro: Rick
to coast instrumental
Red and blue it do I see you
Chi-town all my GD's it ain't nothing but nigga
Maybach music is deeper than the rap

[Verse 1: Rick

I know murs but I know birds
I bet a new firs that I know all you niggas
Fake guys it ain't even in your blood
Sex money murder all them give me love
Out in Chi-town all them G's get
Just indicted dough 'em king pin status
Shittin' on these rappers faggots
And I brought some work with me for the they keep askin'
Masarati blue it match the in the fashion
Make haters smile but that mack 11
Fuck a few
Fuck a few
it fly a coast
Baby we the
wanna text
I never wanna
Got the burner in the winter in the of New York
Better hear the facts cause it's than the rap
I got that eat your way cheaper than this stack
Mob
See the code
I don't say shit
I'm Ecko
I'm so
And no contest
I fake dope in my own complex
Before ya a star better and join the mob
You know the rules a nigga and you get a newer car
Ya girl wanted bling but ya girl just a
I'm a boom that boy when that was ya thing

[Verse 2: Mark
Breitling links and rings nothing to me
another hater say what they gonna do to me
Please I'm west chillin' with my trap
Niggas scared a who what
Not niggas
Got me up
Benz coup or up
Head shoota run up on ya point buck buck
Fuck a blog my cars a hundred
Put ya ass in a bag ask if a problem
Boy
I ain't gotta move a thumb a dumbin' one in the head
I from ya neck down numbin
I gotta now
Told my young boy I my steal down
Started with a steer
Ended up front everybody stomped in the warehouse
My alibi Ross the courts know my whereabouts
Feared by loved by few
I'm Bentley til they get me I don't care about you bro
do me if I ain't squeezin my ass shankin'
I ain't 50 but that yayo keep my bucks
the game to precede a new squad
New touch my ass lose your arm
Shout out to the homies flaggin' on the left
Brought my fortunes to New villa on the west side
Condo on Beach
Ballin' like Miami
Everybody know trip you see runnin' streets