| Givenchy shit from Paris, man, you know what I’m saying?
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| Christian Loubiton, Dolce and Gabana, Fendi and Margiela
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| Shit like that, uh, Ferragamo
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| Yo, $ 3000 on the outfit, I’m just rocking black
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| The opposition dump pistols and we shot 'em back
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| Had junkies nod in front my crib, they was high on smack
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| K caught a body off his dope, they gave him 5 for that
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| But he straight though, I talked to him just the other day though
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| Caught me, I was pouring Tech inside the Faygo
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| Hidden Hills on my lay low, with a thot resembling J Lo
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| School up to this shit, mold niggas' bitches just like Play-Doh, uh
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| Shit, I had bitches way from Russia down to Daygo with it
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| The head was cool, but what you bringing to the table, bitch
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| Most times you find these hoes ain’t got shit to offer
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| Steady texting, steady calling, I just press, ignore 'em
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| Connect just flew in way from Bora Bora
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| Talking imports, make a mule out somebody daughter
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| Never punch the clock but I was taking orders
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| Not getting bossed neither, got it in, this raw cheaper
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| 40 bitches at the mansion and they all divas
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| Got some bands, going brazy, and they all Visas
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| Put my dick inside the throat of a tall skeezer
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| Broke talking down on broke niggas, you don’t ball neither
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| Know some young niggas scamming, tryna burn banks
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| was my nigga 'til he turned state
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| Still can’t believe they sent the peoples from me
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| Had me shackled down, no parties on the weekend for me
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| I swear the Draco, it be speaking to me
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| Like, «Take me to their spot and send 'em to the reaper with me»
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| Gotta tell him, «Drake, chill» like Aubrey tweaking
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| And shit, I’m back selling Ps 'cause it’s harvest season
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| Designer down, running plates, call up all the boosters
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| And my niggas moving water like Moses do
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| Not talking Fiji, nigga, we talking leaky, nigga
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| Did my time in population, you was PC, nigga
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| Sneakers Gucci but my t-shirt come from DG, nigga
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| It’s like your vision, I don’t see these niggas, nah
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| Put my new shit on repeat, nigga
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| He can’t stop me, you can’t reach me, nigga, uh
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| Like, haha, Fastmoney, bitch |