Pista
Chrispy
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In that drop top getting loaded, they wantin, big 6 run for POTUS I'm ridin' round town in that rari, that take off like Lotus They lookin' for me and my flotus Real exotic, it came out from Cuba I'm Smokin' on you cannot smoke this Smoke exotic, don't come out the pocket You reach for my chain, hear a rocket Remember, carrying round my lil wallet Now hunnids and fifties, I stock it Remember six, he ain't have him a loan Got this shit from the bottom, like Stockton And I still remember them days when she played with the kid Now she drop it and pop it Nigga, we got a hundred round drum hangin' off of this bitch If it's poppin', it's poppin I'm smokin' biscotti otti, in the back of the sane like you better top me Remember six, used to pull up in new huaraches Now it's Louis V. Virgil, don't do versace Never sellin' my soul to Illuminati Been that boy since a kid, like the liberace I'm the first one to back out the rari, come ridin' through the trenches The 458 with the trunk in the, You cannot rent this Stackin' these racks like it's Tetris, no Stackin' these racks like it's jenga, I literally Walk on the beat with no anger I flew my lil' bitch Out the hood to Topanga, my youngins come strike a V8 in the wrangler Free My bros out them cuffs, had them lookin' like Django Had them lookin' like Django Out in MX, I'm lookin' for queso My Mexican bitch wanna f*ck me for pesos She givin' me beza, garganta, and pelo Huh, we got more guns than the niggas off Halo You play with the CO, you get hit wit a halo Who did that I told my niggas to lay low Don't get hit for a brick Don't get hit for some yayo Finger fuckin' the trigger while drippin' margiela We got more Holo's than set of Coachella I knew she was slimin' me out and I let her She play with the 6, she get hit wit Beretta VPN, CPN got me changing the tether It's rainin' blue hundreds, I'm changin' the weather Huh, Shelby GT on the side of the door when I swang out the Mustang Tryna figure out if I go richard mille plain for the wrist or the Cartier Bust thang My side bitch, a eater, keep givin' me seizures She keep on just doin' the one thing She eatin' it, eatin' it, eatin' it, eatin' it Look like a mukbang I'm smokin' biscotti otti, in the back of the sane like you better top me Remember six, used to pull up in new huaraches Now it's Louis V. Virgil, don't do versace Never sellin' my soul to Illuminati Been that boy since a kid, like the liberace I'm the first one to back out the rari, come ridin' through the trenches The 458 with the trunk in the, You cannot rent this Stackin' these racks like it's Tetris, no Stackin' these racks like it's jenga, I literally Walk on the beat with no anger I flew my lil' bitch Out the hood to Topanga, my youngins come strike a V8 in the wrangler Free My bros out them cuffs, had them lookin' like Django Had them lookin' like Django
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