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I sip drank my dinner, smoke some gas before breakfast
Bitches know my and I don't have to wear a necklace (2 Chainz)
a Wraith for winter and a Vert for the Summer
'Member twelfth I sold some work to undercover
Mama only child we in a one bedroom (Tru)
Used to ride MARTA it had more leg room
I'm a ghetto boy, I up on Brad Jordan
First lick I made, I five pairs of Jordans
Make it so bad, two pair were the
I see the old me in new in the game
Drop some change on some clothes I can't pronounce
Gun so big you gotta crouch
I like pretty girls with some business about
Bring your best friend, you need nobody else
All that mula, Netflix, and the Moscato
In my sex drive, I ride potholes

I do me, I get high, I get fly, I get
I do me, I get high, I get fly
I do me, I get high, I get fly, I get
I do me, I get high, I get fly

I just got a text message wifey, nigga
I scroll down, the message from Nike, nigga
I'm doing it too big on these tiny niggas
I been lost my fuckin' mind, I never mind niggas
Pockets deep and get in depth like like Johnny nigga
Acting like they on the edge, I'm a step behind these
Outthink, these niggas
Eyes chink like niggas
lane, fast life, you blink you probably miss us
You thinking 'bout your
I'm thinking about my
We think you outchea snitching, that's why we 'round whispering
I my palms are itching, I think my bomb is ticking
I keep that Maggie on me, I think I'm Simpson
Money over bitches, should be a scripture
Bitches, hoes, and women, I know the difference
All I know is this shit, I owe them bitches
I do me and love it, Lord I overdid it

I do me, I get high, I get fly, I get
I do me, I get high, I get fly
I do me, I get high, I get fly, I get
I do me, I get high, I get fly