| When I walk up in this bitch, they turn the lights out
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| All the young niggas with me and they iced out
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| I had to stack it up and get my mom a nice house
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| I could’ve did the Wraith, instead I brought the bikes out
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| We never live for tomorrow, new half a brick in the car
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| Rich and my chick is a star, I never wish on a star
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| Pull up and sit on the car, 'member when we used to starve
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| Most of these niggas is frauds, they not who they said that they are
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| Niggas do it for the Internet
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| We ain’t really really into that
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| Push a foreign but you rented that
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| Shoot a scene, gotta give it back
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| Took a loss on a lil cash
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| I ain’t trip about it, had to get it back
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| Move work like SlimFast
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| Niggas in and out it with a fifty pack
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| Plugged in with the plugs, spikes on with the blood
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| Fell back, got the Balmains 'cause the pockets only fit a dub
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| That was never what it was, I’ma tell it like it is
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| Bust down with the sig, whole gang with me on the way to LIV
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| When I walk up in this bitch, they turn the lights out
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| All the young niggas with me and they iced out
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| I had to stack it up and get my mom a nice house
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| I could’ve did the Wraith, instead I brought the bikes out
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| Every nigga with me iced out
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| Diamonds dance when the lights out
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| I just upgraded my lifestyle
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| Overnight and they like, «How?»
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| I treat my whip like a pet
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| I step on the gas and you hear the pipes growl
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| I got like twenty on me at the car wash
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| Got the Benz getting wiped down
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| Diss records, keep my name out it
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| I promise you won’t get no fame out it
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| Driving by certain trap houses
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| Reminiscing when I used to sling out it
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| My life was excitin', all of this ice on
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| You catch me in Dyckman, I make it look easy
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| They hate when they see me, I’m high on the Deegan
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| I’m speeding with Meeky and chasing the 'ghini
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| When you broke, you just feel abandoned
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| Crowd screaming and I hear 'em chant
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| Watch me steer the Phantom when I’m in the Hamptons
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| Same crew since when I was wearin' Vans
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| It’s show time when the gang appearin'
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| Niggas hating but the bitches starin'
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| Who would think that I’d get a mansion?
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| Twenty chains in the mirror dancin'
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| When I walk up in this bitch, they turn the lights out
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| All the young niggas with me and they iced out
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| I had to stack it up and get my mom a nice house
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| I could’ve did the Wraith, instead I brought the bikes out
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| New crib with the elevator
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| I got hella haters and they mad at me
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| Up in Niemans, going bad at it
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| Count it up like it was mad madness
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| 'Member back when I was dead pop
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| Pretty bitches used to laugh at us
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| Now I pull up in the red drop
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| With the thirty on me and the red dot
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| And I lean on 'em when I come through like, «Swerve» (Skrt Skrt)
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| Rat niggas up the street, shit, I’m like, «They got some nerve» (Pussy)
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| Every nigga 'round me look like they got them birds (Lit)
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| Bust down, Big Meech, nigga, we ain’t sweet beef, we purge
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| I bet your manager know me, I used to run in them spots
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| We was just punching the last four, you was just punching the clock
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| I just got rid of my last whore, then I gave her mother a shot
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| Pour up, I’m down to my last four, and I fill my cup to the top
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| To my hood, I’m an icon, watching out for the pythons
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| 10K on the left wrist, another dub on my right arm
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| I still come and spend nights on corners niggas took lives on
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| And they ain’t lackin', believe me, they packin'
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| My youngins, they keeping they pipes drawn
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| When I walk up in this bitch, they turn the lights out
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| All the young niggas with me and they iced out
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| I had to stack it up and get my mom a nice house
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| I could’ve did the Wraith, instead I brought the bikes out, yeah |