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You we back, right?
the streets out
Come on with it, ha-ha, Star

Niggas is haters, I'm doin' deals like the
Ice Cream sneakers, I my first skater
So you can pay three and buy yourself some
Bulletproof under t-shirts they hate us
Do like Snoop say step game up
Double-decker boat nigga, up
D-Class cuts, tuck your chain up
fingers, niggas hit Lorraine up
Just week, I was out in Aspen
Me and Puff hoppin' off the plane, both us
A week before that, I was out in
Italian heart could not get rid of me
Up in Donatella's crib, me and ten hoes
Call from the phone, give me that Enzo
I what your thinkin' yeah me too
Okay everybody Mr. Me Too

Been two years, like I was wagon cruisin'
The streets was yours, dunce cappin' and kazooin'
I was just assumin' you'd the coke movin'
But I got one question, fuck y'all been
Pyrex stirs turned into Cavalli
The full length cat, when I wave, the purs
All my caked up, sellin' gray and beige dust
Had money right or end up in the trunk taped up
We don't chase and duck, we only the bucks
Peel money rolls 'til our thumbs get the paper
Chill retardo, South Gallardo
Teals started up, go brr like Nardo
Women, if you love me, please let me
Tie rags around neck and learn the sets we throw
These are the of our lives and I'm sorry to the fans
But the crackers playin' fair at Jive

I know, I know, yeah, you too
we get it, yeap yeah you too
I know, I know, yeah, you too
Okay, meet Mr. Me Too
I know, I know, yeah, you too
Okay we get it, yeah you too
I know, I know, yeah, you too
Okay, everybody Mr. Me Too

I know what you thinkin' why I you Me Too?
everythin' I say, I got you sayin' me too
I say I got a Benz, so you me too
You hangin' out the window so can see you
But you ain't out the window
When you in that G2 or that G3 or G4 we do
Trak, Clipse, Malice, come on

Wanna know the Better clock us
Niggas the style from the shoes to the watches
We cloud hoppers, tailored suits like we
Break keys into dimes and sell them like Gobstoppers
Who stop us
Not a one of you
Mean with the Re-Up, nigga we tumblers
Ivory white, yeah that's the color
Of the Azure nigga, best believe it's the
Take no prisoners, rap are whisperers
on your own spit just as soon as you mention us
Champagne corks, by Louis sports and
Keep my hoes in Pucc' and Charles
Cop it, chrome it, component
Mink on the floor, you hot, don't it?
You don't wanna what the fuck I spent on it
Tomorrow ain't promised so we live for the

I know, I know, yeah, you too
Okay we get it, yeah you too
I know, I know, yeah, you too
Okay, everybody Mr. Me Too
I know, I know, yeah, you too
Okay we get it, yeap you too
I know, I know, yeah, you too
Okay, meet Mr. Me Too