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Huh, Yea
I love you
Woo
Beesh
Huh, yea
Blue bands, I'm moving monopolies
Monogamous, moving monogamy
Four- Nick I shoot like I'm Jordan
Hot hand, get a pass, Scottie
I'm riding more richer than Roddy
Feeling victorious, chillin' with Robbie
My trophies, they staying beside me
Changing the game, my world like Bobby
Pop out at your door, I'm anonymous
My pockets, they long and bottomless
She tell me that she really proud of me
I Prada the bag, she rocking the cardigan
So raw, I don't know what a condom is
Gettin' bread, I don't need no more condiments
I perky the 30, mix that with the dirty
And now i'm here nonstop vomiting
She tell me she want me, girl not now
I stay with the war guns, Moscow
These n****s get nosey, I'm strikin' them out
The Ar-15 get em knocked down
He got hit in the chest and he died out
He was takin' a chance, so he mine now
And I'm sellin' his soul to the grave digger
Poncho, he pull up with shovels and pop out
Put him on the TV, he get national
Chillin' right with the gang on the avenue
We got clips that get longer than avenues
If we catching you, boy, then we snatchin' you
And we bagging you, fuck it we passing you
And we crashing you, yea we glassing you
I pull up, I'm sorry, I got bad news
And the bad news is some bad news
Huh, trench coat long as hell, I'll fit me a chopper
And poncho all in the trap house
Whipping the bass up, serving the yoppers
Keep poppin' the pills, the friends get imaginary
I fit in with the fosters
Shit get real, you better be cautious
I'm high, I'm higher than Carbon
Blue bands, I'm moving monopolies
Monogamous, moving monogamy
Four- Nick I shoot like I'm Jordan
Hot hand, get a pass, Scottie
I'm riding more richer than Roddy
Feelin' victorious, chillin' with Robbie
My trophies, they staying beside me
Changing the game, my world like Bobby
Pop out at your door, I'm anonymous
My pockets, they long and bottomless
She tell me that she really proud of me
I Prada the bag, she rockin' the cardigan
So raw, I don't know what a condom is
Gettin' bread, I don't need no more condiments
I perky the 30, mix that with the dirty
And now i'm here nonstop vomiting