| Ayo, the cocaine whiter, the rope chain brighter |
| The choke chain tighter, the close-range sniper |
| The dope game lifer, her throat game nicer |
| The propane lighter, money old like Biden |
| I walk around like King Tut, got it out the mud, I cleaned up |
| I'm blinged up, shirt off, bitch, I'm inked up, don't blink once |
| Sip pink punch, she drink nut, she eat dick, I bring lunch |
| Say she 'bout that action, I'ma fuck her 'til she scream, "Cut" |
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| Woah now, one shot, knock his door down |
| Silencer on, no sound, catch him with his nose down and wipe it |
| This game is a bitch, you gotta pipe it 'fore you wife it |
| Nothin' gettin' between me and and the team, not even a hyphen |
| You got a dead man walkin', it's a madman talkin' |
| Leave his body in the garbage, left the trash man nauseous |
| Eatin' on these streets like a fat man starvin' |
| And the semi go brrt like I pressed fast-forward, motherfucker |
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| Rrr, Carter VI, Carter VI |
| I been outchea turnin' crumbs to bricks |
| I been outchea turnin' crumbs to bricks, nigga |
| I turned my sons to rich niggas |
| I turned a one to six figures |
| My daughter turned away all them bitch niggas |
| Ferrari license plate, 666, nigga |
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| Two ways into the hood, one train |
| I be smokin' chronic like straight to the brain |
| Ayo, let's get loose, Hennessy straight with tomato juice |
| Queen stallions, buy guns from the Italians |
| Now y'all niggas recognize medallions |
| Come to your hood, OT with Tim Westwood |
| Used to be on Section 8, now my section is good |
| Thugged out, nigga, we eat as much as we could |
| And we don't give a fuck, boy, you could play my shit |
| I don't give a fuck, boy, you could save your shit |
| Y'all niggas like extra skin on my dick |
| Ferrari license plate read "666" |
| Ferrari license plate read "666" |
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| Ayo, the cocaine whiter, the rope chain brighter |
| The choke chain tighter, the close-range sniper |
| I'm the dope game lifer, her throat game nicer |
| Propane lighter, money old like Biden |
| I walk around like King Tut, got it out the mud, I cleaned up |
| I'm blinged up, shirt off, bitch, I'm inked up, don't blink once |
| Sip pink punch, she drink nut, she eat dick, I bring lunch |
| Say she 'bout that action, I'ma fuck her 'til she scream, "Cut" |
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| Fuck |
| Rrr, Carter VI, Carter VI |
| I been outchea turnin' crumbs to bricks |
| I been outchea turnin' crumbs to bricks, nigga |
| I turned my sons to rich niggas |
| I turned a one to six figures |
| My daughter turned away all them bitch niggas |
| Ferrari license plate, 666, nigga |
| Fuck |
| Rrr, Carter VI, Carter VI |
| I been outchea turnin' crumbs to bricks |
| I been outchea turnin' crumbs to bricks, nigga |
| I turned my sons to rich niggas |
| I turned a one to six figures |
| My daughter turned away all them bitch niggas |
| Ferrari license plate, 666, nigga |
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| Dance, dance, dance |
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| Ayo, the cocaine whiter, the rope chain brighter |
| The choke chain tighter, the close-range sniper |
| I'm the dope game lifer, her throat game nicer |
| The propane lighter, money old like Biden |
| I walk around like King Tut, got it out the mud, I cleaned up |
| I'm blinged up, shirt off, I'm inked up, don't blink once |
| Sip pink punch, she drink nut, she eat dick, I bring lunch |
| Say she 'bout that action, I'ma fuck her 'til she scream, "Cut" |
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