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Word on the street, they got a bitty hit out
run Atlanta, I can make a nigga get out
If anything, I have more for you bitches
Nigga, you a bitch, we don't and miss (Nah)
unfold and it spit out
Double R the door when I get out
Clutchin' on my fans, had to lil' bro to chill out
How the fuck your whole gang the road and you still

Undercover rat, nigga, you a sellout
Every show I get either packed or it out
I ballin' hard, you on the bench, you gotta sit out
Know a nigga mad, he even put a hit out
Middle of the winter, top with a mink on
Bad lil' vibe, yeah, she say that's her theme
I done made a whole million dollars off a phone
No Soulja Boy, that bitch ain't even a ringtone

Skinny Amiris like I skate
We just fuck around, we date
I went up there to Mars, so they hate
And I got a lot of cars, they all up to
I was at the bottom, I was boxed in
Then I took off, I ain't have no other
I was too gone, now a nigga pop shit
I was in Japan, buyin' and blowin' yen

Call overseas, tell youngins to spin again
I don't throw rocks and hide my 'cause I'm a man
Million cash in the bag, I'm a big dog
Threw my at any nigga, bitch, I think I'm Chris Paul
Sippin' all meds, nigga gotta be throwed off
I was head, fucked around and I dozed off
Rolls Royce truck, crank it and let the out
Everything I said, I did it, boy, I'm the chosen child

Skinny Amiris like I skate
We fuck around, we don't date
I straight up there to Mars, so they hate
And I got a lot of cars, they all up to
I was at the bottom, literally I was in
Then I took off, I have no other option
I was too gone, now a nigga pop shit
I was in Japan, buyin' drip and yen

Safe deposit on fleek
And my bank account, I don't touch it, get it out the

Got your vibe all on my drip, she say you
And she I'm havin' money, buy her titties, ass, and

Catchin' three flights day, the only time I get some

Kept it and they be cappin', really you can't compete
I spend it all on bullets, don't wanna beef
Got a swag, pull up SRT
I ain't with nobody, nobody gon' play with me
Got a driver for my car, he me from A to Z
Got some on the yard I probably'll never see
If the money was the issue I promise be free
They was sleepin' on me bad, they fucked around, up
a
Switch it up, I went romantic, took my out to Greece
Every that I go to, gotta link up with the street
I'm too humble for 'em, guess why they thinkin' I
was

Skinny Mike Amiris like I
We just fuck around, we don't
I went straight up to Mars, so they hate
And I got a lot of cars, they all up to
I was at the bottom, literally I was in
Then I took off, I ain't have no option
I was too gone, now a just pop shit
I was in Japan, buyin' and blowin' yen