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Expensive Glass
Sensei Chop
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Let's play numbers
I got a bag don't I
I got a bad vibe too she can add on it
Got a wave, make a lame hate they sat on it
Got foreigns, got whips that got cats on em
I shoot niggas for a livin, I'm the Mandolorian
A drug dealers dreams clean, dope boy persona
But I'm The Sensei, see I pay the road runners
Cashin out my cash app bumpin old hunnids
The new ones on the way
I lost another old friend just the other day
Rest In Peace nigga know we gonna celebrate
Know we gonna find ya killas, hunt em down and get em straight
Nigga bout to make me miss my dinner date
Bloodstains all on my bust down
I ain't have a car I used to chase the bus down
Now that rollie say you ain't gotta rush now
Cool it
The movement
Too lit
Foolish
Please do not reach for my jewelry stupid
I'll hurt you for life please do not make me prove it
Please do not talk while I listen to music
Please do not watch while I count up these blue notes
Cause my youngins bold, them niggas shoot throats
My Audi cold, that bitch need 2 coats
I'm working 2 coasts
Crazy bout family like Tuco
Breaking bad habits gained 2 mo
Lost a few friends, what's a few mo
I cut off my right and hand felt it
It's best to part ways before my dawg got dealt wit
Ain't gotta talk thru it, just gotta accept it
I accept the fact that I'm solid and selfish
I demand perfection
Now tell the bartenders to come with my bottles (Chill)
Why would you reach for my bottles (Hold up)
I might buy them vibes some bottles
Look like I got a few genies in bottles
Man tell the bartenders to come wit our bottles
I hope these folk know they can't buy no mo bottles
(Look at us)
Everyone got they own bottle
It look like we got a few genies in bottles
Yeah
Expensive glass
When I go on a shoot it's 12k in the bag
19 in the mag, Portfolio Jag
Zaza and Litables shoutout to Mac
Shoutout to Thad, I still shop wit Fat
I shot up to Status and shot Don some racks
An SMG buss down wit Heavy on back
Wit a black dirty Mac like my boy Heavy back
Lil bitch I'm right were I sposed to be
Question is why you so close to me
Scratch that, why wouldn't you notice me
I'm official, my nickname lil notary
These weirdos be big homie, bro-ing me
I don't care if you rich you a hoe to me
And dat boy you call OG he told on me
And dat bitch that you with she my soldier
Now tell the bartenders to come with my bottles (Chill)
Why would you reach for my bottles (Hold up)
I might buy them vibes some bottles
Look like I got a few genies in bottles
Man tell the bartenders to come wit our bottles
I hope these folk know they can't buy no mo bottles
(Look at us)
Everyone got they own bottle
It look like we got a few genies in bottles