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Prod.Zaytoven&Akachi&BHeavy Ayy, I’m in the spot with Zaytoven Y'all already know what the **** goin' on Ayy, h-h-heard niggas say they was ****in' with me, niggas capped out they mind (Gang) What the **** was they thinkin'? (Niggs not ****in' with me) Got niggas mad ‘cause I’m countin' up bread everyday, every week, yeah that's my motivation 6 in LA, smokin' exotic gas Hit it straight to the face, eyes low like a Asian Cut that bitch off we don’t have no relation, y’all niggas dick ride (Zaytoven), that's a new occupation Might **** up the nation (Might **** up-) Our trip be y’all niggas vacation (C'mon) Niggas half of my size, if he tryna run up, I’ma beat that boy ass ain't no placement Link up Max, the twin threw me the lob That bitch top me so good, give her 5 star rating Brand new crib the community gated I **** bitches of all kind of races (C'mon) Shit I’m talkin' gon' feed generations, I been had six figures, y’all not tryna go there Bitch all I rock is designer, I’m stepping in Marni, I told the lil' bitch, "These is Mohairs" I’m sippin' purple, no Bonnie I feel like Muhammad Ali, knockin' shit out the program Beam on the Glock, this shit godly Your bitch sucking dick just like soccer, she ain’t using no hands (Sit back), gang Evil Empire You already know what it is, pussy Pardon the interruption, for this little smoke break Ayy-Ayy This a mini Drac', not for accessory (Woo) I **** model hoes, why is you testing me? I get geeked out my body excessively .44 Bulldog, gon’ shoot, I ain’t wrestling Need to pay me a bag to get next to me Block that hoe once a day, she be stressing me I just ****ed on your hoe accidentally 30 rounds in this chop, you get 10 a piece We got rackies too, what y’all boys wanna do? (Bitch) I got more ****in' wheels than a carnival (Skrrt) Lil' twin ready to spill like some ****in' juice Had to get off the pills 'cause I **** with Juice Richer than all my idols, can't ****in' lose Niggas can't run a mile up in these shoes Niggas love actin' wild, they never do shit I got niggas that's dyin' to run into you Have my twin throw a bomb like Cam Newton You ain’t talkin' no bag then I can’t do it I don’t gotta talk shit, let the fans do it I can't peep that boy shit, had to glance through it That's yo lil' bitty bitch? Niggas ran through it He had money before he advanced VS1 diamonds sittin' on my wrist, I been shittin' on niggas, they ain’t have a chance (Brr, boop, boop, boop) Gang, all of my bitches be grown Don’t know what these nigga on I’ve been the one since I came out I’m back in my zone, time to put these nigga on .4-.4-.44 Bulldog, it keep barkin', tryna find a bone Bitch I got it on my own I’m rockin' Issey Miyake, mixin' shit with Chrome I'm Mr. Put-This-Shit-On **** from the back, got that bitch recitin' all my songs N-N-Nigga with me, watch your tone Most of these niggas that you would think are really real, really is sweet all along I-I-I walk outside with that stick up on me, this for real, nigga I be all alone Most of the niggas I’m ridin' with be in the field, nigga you be on the phone (Pussy, brr) Gang
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