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I'm getting bread but I won't think about stopping
'Till I get a double R logo on my seats
I love my money and I hate these neeks
Talk bad on the net, get bun in these streets
On god mans playing for keeps
Balenci drip when I step to the party
Sweet one trynna move bare naughty
Build me a zoot, ASAP no bari
Since young man been on the field
My niggas bust shots from far like freekicks
Who's on what man catch them
Fill man up with some sweet, no biscuits
If you're act for the fame don't risk it (why?)
'Cause you might get Ching
Free Y sav, got caught on the wing
Bro went to bait, when he backed that thing (yo)
Us man known for the facts
Them man known for the chattings
You can get bun for the cappings
Numerous splashings, jump out gang man slap it
Shit got me feeling like frosty (why?)
'Cause the hate is on us
But they ain't really on it, make dem run like Sonic
When I pull up them man there dust
Spot me a opp, lemme got back round
Jump out gang when I see them guys
Too fast, we don't make no sound
No face, I don't do it for clout
Talking that wass, better watch your mouth
Peng things comes away from north
She's throwing up, then she goes back down
She's throwing up, then she goes back down
Spot me a opp, lemme got back round
Jump out gang when I see them guys
Too fast, we don't make no sound
No face, I don't do it for clout
Talking that wass, better watch your mouth
Peng things comes qway from north
She's throwing up, then she goes back down
She's throwing up, then she goes back down
Lemme not talk about dem man, 'cause them man could never do this
And I could never rate dem man
They hate me, mans feeling like Chris
Dem man trynna fist fight like lol, no ones using their fist
My bro got two in the clip
Get Corn in the head
If you step that risk
Shit, I mean, step that line
My bro got caught with a nine, got time
Now he's out and back to the grind
Man came a trapping, no capping, now I'm sticked to the rhyme
I'm trynna stay away from the crime
But I still got my line, still ride for my slime
I step to the scene all saucy
I'm swearving in a German with a bossy bitch
No diamonds but I'm still looking flossy
Louboutin drip when I stepped out the car
Red bottoms like I stepped on sauce B
My opps think that they can stop me
Everything gets bun by that shotty
My niggas let it beat asap like rocky
Get round there make them ski like hockey
Spot me a opp, lemme got back round
Jump out gang when I see them guys
Too fast, we don't make no sound
No face, I don't do it for clout
Talking that wass, better watch your mouth
Peng things comes qway from north
She's throwing up, then she goes back down
She's throwing up, then she goes back down
Spot me a opp, lemme got back round
Jump out gang when I see them guys
Too fast, we don't make no sound
No face, I don't do it for clout
Talking that wass, better watch your mouth
Peng things comes qway from north
She's throwing up, then she goes back down
She's throwing up, then she goes back down
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