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Yeah, oh, what's up?
I'm fire, check the scoreboard
I just walked up in the trap with my chessboard
Just spent ten hundred on the Carters and the damn four
My cash is ripping, I straight drop, I got the damn boy
I ain't gotta hear no listen what my puns for
Treat the streets just like chess, a lot of guns, boy
Put fifty in a toy, old school make a lot of noise
A wrist on ice support, come in here, might take your hoe
Just got some run to blow, I walk in like a witch, you know
I got out of school, I bought me a lot of Fendi clothes
I threw sixes on the Bentley, got expensive toes
Hit the door with forty on her, juggies at your door
Yeah, and my former partner told me that it was a go (Yeah)
And she got a little coke on the nipple on her nose (Yeah)
Been doing that since twenty-six and that shit is getting old
And I pull up in a high speed, that's a vintage dope
Partner just got out, he said he want a ten, let it hold
And you know these bitches on my skin, yeah, got some low
And we calling bitches, but you know we talking 'bout the low
And they ask me, "Was I high?" Shit, yeah, I'm smoking dope
Yeah, on no foes, stick right to the code
If you know me, then you know I'ma let it blow
Tell the hoe, send your hoe over like they were Red Bull
Then I pull up in a Range Rover with the cream cold
Mr. Cut the stove, uh, I just left the store
Burberry my clothes, gotta pull the load like Charlotte Lowe
Popping out the door, so fire, somebody on the floor
Backing up the bro, I'm hiring, you can't wear no clothes
I don't even want you 'round me if you fucking told
Feds watching our posts, Gucci jacket, I spend racks on clothes
Remixing my habit, cash I'm stacking far from kicking doors
Fourteen karat gold, diamonds in it, I just stole a show
I think there's a killer on the loose, somebody close the door
Balenciagas, they got twelve hundred, I need two or more
Damn, that's your hoe? I should let you know that she's a GOAT
She gon' fuck around and get slammed like a Jericho (Damn)
Twelve, kick the door, niggas sleep, drugs exposed (Damn)
Damn, ain't nobody move, you do please move slow (Move)
Damn, everybody just went down, yeah, man, somebody told
Look, everybody out on bail, I shop and got the Rolls (Yeah, yeah)
MOB, still the M-O-T-T-O (Yeah, yeah)
Hoes on me everywhere I fucking go (Damn)
And you know I flood the scene, diamonds
On my whole regime (Bliss, bliss)
Yeah, and I got the skrilla, I'm not concerned with things (Damn)
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