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

[Verse 1: Ross]

I don't know murs but I birds
I bet a new firs that I know all you niggas
Fake tough it ain't even in your blood
Sex money murder all niggas give me love
Out in all them G's get cabbage
Just indicted dough gave 'em king pin
Shittin' on rappers undercover 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 mack 11 laughin'
a few stars
Fuck a few
it fly a coast
Baby we the
wanna text
I wanna talk
Got the in the winter in the middle of New York
Better hear the facts cause deeper than the rap
I got people eat your way cheaper than this stack
Mob
See the dress
I say shit twice
I'm Marc
I'm so
And no contest
I sold fake dope in my own
Before ya a star better and join the mob
You know the rules wack a and you get a newer car
Ya wanted bling but ya girl just a fling
I'm a boom boy when that girl was ya thing

[Verse 2: Ecko]
Breitling flooded links and nothing to me
Everyday hater say what they gonna do to me
Please I'm west with my booya trap
scared a who where what
Not ya'll
Got me up
Benz or trucked up
shoota run up on ya point blank buck buck
Fuck a my cars a hundred large
Put ya ass in a bag ask if a problem
Boy
I ain't gotta move a thumb a soo-woo dumbin' one in the
I squeeze from ya neck down
I gotta now
Told my boy I hope my steal down
Started with a steer
Ended up front everybody stomped in the warehouse
My alibi Ross told the know my whereabouts
by many loved by few
I'm blazin Bentley til they get me I care about you bro
I'ma do me if I ain't my ass shankin'
I ain't 50 but that yayo my bucks bankin'
That's the game to precede a new
New touch my ass lose your arm
Shout out to the homies flaggin' on the left
Brought my fortunes to New York on the west side
Condo on Miami
like Miami Heat
Everybody know trip you see runnin' Miami