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500lbs x OTW
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Ahhn
Ah ah ahn
Ah ah ahn
Ah ah ahn
Ah ah ahn
Ah ah ahn
Ah ah ahn
Yeah, not livin' enough, ayy
This blunt, I'm takin' a puff, ayy
I'm startin' to feel like it's us, ayy
No trust, so do as you must (yeah), for real
Don't know when I stay out of town
I get dough when I stay out of town
Five hundred chops, I got five hundred rounds
Five hundred plots, I got five hundred pounds, yeah
I'm trustin' nothin' I'm told, honestly
I'm trustin' half what I'm shown
I don't pop out, but it's each to they own
My bitch, she hate when I be on my phone
Think she forgot, I got me on my phone
Not safe for me to forget that I'm known
Argue 'bout bullshit, know that you grown
Don't know the only reason I condone it
I know how it works, I know you a flirt
She send me the flick, tagged not safe for work
Don't get your feelings hurt while tryna lurk
My bitch want chanel, then shit, grab a purse (damn)
She told me she bad, I say, "You could do worse"
I'm born to be blessed, I live with a curse
When shit is a mess, I'm rollin' up first
I smoke on my blunt, then I hit the church
'Cause nobody get where you comin' from
You know how it get when you goin' numb
You know what we on, matter how you judged
Dealin' with bullshit, out of love
My life a story, it's not a punch-in
My life a party, it's not a function
I never needed no introduction
Know I'm a star, I'm still adjustin'
Pull up lil' bitch like, "Yeah," huh
I bought a Urus today, uh-huh
Paint it all yellow, look like a bird (I-I'm)
Inside big body, two times two, my money, bitch, all I got
Yeah, I make money, my thot-thot-thot
'Bout to fold that money all up (BNYX, ooh)
Yeah, I'm swervin' it daily (ooh, oh)
Yeah, I'm causin' a madness (ooh, oh)
Yeah, I'm fuckin' the baddest, uh
Yeah, I bought me the crowdless (ooh, oh)
I bought me the gems
Yeah, I never need practice (ooh, oh)
My money gon' double or triple, yeah, your money subtractin' (ooh, oh)
Yeah, peeled off on the jakes, peeled off on the cops
Peeled off on a swerve (ooh, oh)
Yeah, I ain't even fuckin' with nobody
Bitch got a crib in the 'burbs (ooh, oh)
Yeah, this shit could've gone so bad
This shit could've gotten the worse, yeah (ooh, oh)
Yeah, free YSL out the chain gang, big fuck 12, they birds (brr)
I ran up my money the most
I'm richer than all of the nerds (yeah)
Yeah, I'm flexin' a big bankroll
These knots in my pockets, it hurt (big bankroll)
I had to change up the Tonka, this bitch
It kept ripping the curb 'til it burn (skrrt)
Twenty-four seven, I steady be poppin' these pillies
These muhfuckin' Percs
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