| Peel the top back and just sit in the trunk
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| Well connected, I got just what you want
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| Hit the Cash App, fuck a check up and run
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| Come and match that, OG smoke in my blunt
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| I’m not on tour but in your city, bougie bitches rollin' up
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| Throw it in the air, we don’t give a fuck
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| Stickin' to the code like it’s where we from
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| I’m ridin' with my day one
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| Ain’t no key to the ignition, VVS drippin'
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| Up now, I swore on my bitches
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| Pretty lil' tits and they skinny
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| Swing my inches, I ain’t just cute in the pictures (It's real)
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| You broke, I ain’t payin' attention (Lil' ho)
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| With the gang, bring the 'Tron and the Henny
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| Gucci new duffle, buy my bitch a mini
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| The foreign two tone, I ain’t talkin' 'bout Whitney
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| Big ball, ballin' like tip-off
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| Callin' no sick offs, Louis V flip-flops
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| I got season like Salt Bae
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| Racks on me blue just like Bombay
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| It feel like feds watchin'
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| Twenty racks up in my damn pocket
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| I send up with everybody
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| Turn the high heel to a red bottom
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| Off-White but I don’t got a stain
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| Young with that money, but no, I ain’t Wayne
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| Car like my nigga, I cut off the brain
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| Thought I switched the whip, it’s a red, not the paint (Skrrt skrrt)
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| Big Dreez, I’m the chosen (Big Dreez)
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| I don’t take L’s, I smoke 'em
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| Young Oprah, bag like Moka
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| All around the world, nigga, ain’t no local
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| Peel the top back and just sit in the trunk
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| Well connected, I got just what you want
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| Hit the Cash App, fuck a check up and run
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| Come and match that, OG smoke in my blunt
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| I’m not on tour but in your city, bougie bitches rollin' up
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| Throw it in the air, we don’t give a fuck
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| Stickin' to the code like it’s where we from
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| I’m ridin' with my day one
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| Maybach coupe with an empty tank (Hey)
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| Shoot out the roof with the gang (Shoot)
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| Strips of the blues, you can catch this flame (Flame)
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| Hide the dope in the dashboard frame (Dope)
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| Cartier frames and Cartier bangles (Cartier)
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| I’m famous, still twistin' my fingers (Fingers)
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| The Kel-Tec show you what pain is (Kel')
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| Offset, you know what my name is (Hey)
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| Drip drop, watch don’t tick tock
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| Bags of the Ziploc, cash in the shoebox (Shoebox)
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| My dawgs keep quiet, they don’t bark a lot (Hrr)
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| Fishtail the Lam' out the parking lot (Skrrt)
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| Fuck her in the mouth then swap it out (Ugh)
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| Big stone carats and they pokin' out (Stones)
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| Bankroll knots on juggernaut (Knots)
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| Baow, now he got a blood clot (Baow)
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| My diamonds a puddle of Fiji (Water)
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| Not a cup full of water, it’s Easter (Mud)
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| Since I dropped in the water, I been beastin' (Beastin')
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| Once again, cross the border, it’s easy (easy)
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| Got the Glock for the plot and the demons (Plot)
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| I’m in the Wraith but it feel like it’s Venus (Stars)
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| From the trap but we rock out arenas (Rock out)
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| We blind you, niggas ain’t seein' us
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| Peel the top back and just sit in the trunk
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| Well connected, I got just what you want
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| Hit the Cash App, fuck a check up and run
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| Come and match that, OG smoke in my blunt
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| I’m not on tour but in your city, bougie bitches rollin' up
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| Throw it in the air, we don’t give a fuck
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| Stickin' to the code like it’s where we from
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| I’m ridin' with my day one |