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Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G
Had to pour up in a mug, I'm a rude mofo
Ayy, ain't no space for your friend, this a two-door ho
Richard Millis and Pateks, ain't no Hublots on
Rich kids with baguettes, ain't no kudos on
Oh, you finally made it to ten kudos, bro
Congratulations, like, you supposed to have been to get that
Mind of a maniac, heart of a lion
He far from an AP, cards keep declining
I live in the lab, how I get a D in science?
You gon' need my mind if I take the spray, we divided
Dog shit militia, you a teeny weeny pup
Why you telling me? I don't give a teeny weeny fuck
Huh, I don't give a tiny whiny damn
Keep a hundred in the AR doing ninety in the Lamb'
Triple X, your bitch getting spicy for the Ken
Me plus some model hoes, but we minusing our tens
If you ain't a ten, you can't get the slightest of attends
All these fucking drums, oppies think they fighting with a pen
I can't get 'em in my pocket, got me fighting with the Benz
Pull up in that Scooby-Doo, them niggas hiding from the bean
Brodie off eleven drugs, you ain't high as Beth Amen
I got rich off vocals, I might never try another scam
Money long, heard your shit on Midget Mo
Stop an opp in the backwood, we gon' get on road
Don't tell me it's up 'cause now it's on the floor
Do you got the two-hand twist? Girl, I gotta know
Walking in the mall for designer sneaks
Just paid a couple card notes, so it wasn't cheap
I'm the biggest person, even if it's deep
Rather be with just one wolf than a hundred sheep
If nobody want, I know spam will
Popping like some soda, we gon' treat 'em like some Advil
Someone get the counterfeit marker, is that cash real?
Bitch, is that ass real? Ayy, ayy
You ain't really been on shit lately just like Brad Beal
TRX Desert Tan, but the Lamb' teal
I double down on trays like I'm Grant Hill
Full-time geeker boy, what the fuck's a half pill?
I need the whole thing, what the fuck's a half ticky?
I might get a fucking bad back from fucking bad bitches
Brodie throw that's a bitch, but it's mad kicky
I be tasting that shit like I'm Rocky, I get fast ticky
Lil' dog stuck in place, buddy ass glitchy
I could pull whatever out that fucker, bro, my stash endless
Stand Rollie froze, I heard yours ticking
If you come back without a hat, that's a bad mission
You ain't been shit since you graduated
Why you rapping 'bout somebody life? That shit fabricated
Roll that weed up 'fore I get aggravated
If I did it, then you can too, let me demonstrate it