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the big cash life
So he got his pack by

Hitting a lick
And he's always had a bad bitch
Till he had this bad bitch who was crazy like harassment

Made him

Vibes
We just trynna catch da vibe
Smokin in our rides
Smokin in our rides
We just out here 
All my niggas in they ridees
They just trynna catch

If it's bout money I'm wit dat
Got my weight up no six pack
Shorty I'm counting big racks
I'm up early for the get back
Serving my ps at da kickback

hearts part
We'll wait till midnight cause' we know that's when our day starts

Share drinks together and smoke cigarettes by the sand
We'll buy another

My lil nigga about it
He sliding
He tryna go catch him a body
Uh
Claim u be wit
You lacking You hiding You Neva outside boy, I heard that u nervous

Wont catch me slipping
They can't kill me
I can tell you what it ain't though
Ain't stopping me from this guap
I'm getting paid
Let me tell you what

You gotta work
WORK
Work work
Don't nothing come easy out here
You see me, I'll bleed and I'll sweat
But you won't catch me crying 'bout it nah
Nah

race the coupe catch me in it I might make the news
Breaking news
Make it boom it's gon' shake the room
I break the rules fuck the laws and what they

I gotta go
Can't stay here
Fuck it
Catch me on this paper trail
Running cuz I want it fast
Tell 'em not to send the mail
Hand it cuz I want it cash

might tap in
Sixty-Four bit monitor might cash in
Takin dubs by myself so I'm top ten
Mario Luigi hit that striker with a pack
And I dodge another barrel

Aye twin, aye twin let me put it on ya
She a runner had to put her in Balenciagas
You tryna eat? We can catch a plate at Bennyhanas
She a real one

make sure you got your strap
Yeah you better grab your strap cuz you know it's time to ride
First time you catch a body it'll leave you traumatized

Gonna pack my stuff
For my getaway
I don't care what they say
I'm gonna be free tonight

The city is calling me
Music is waiting
I need to go
Before

100k

100k

Yeah she on her way back home

Baby yeah she boarded the plane
Yeah she on her way back home
Told her catch a chill
Get the weed

runnin' up If I catch my favorite opp, them ima fuck her

up B-I-G, big motion, get your money up
We stay fuckin' up the pape, but we gon' run it up
I can't

went back

To that lil' school I had been sent to

Find some shit I could get in to

Been through more by the time I was eighteen

Then most people go

even have sex with me
Think my mind sick ain’t no remedy
I been ducking the law cause I can’t catch a felony
Bitch I’m a dog she can tell by my pedigree

Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Keep it to yourself
All the packs, I was dreaming
Was focused on the racks
Always gone in the evening
Don't worry bout the fact
All

in a buggy
Yung nigga gettin it in right now thuggin
Trap phone booming got it bumping
Nigga get the pack in quick ima dump it
Nigga catch a bond outta

to catch
We're not the same IC3
How did our descriptions match
Can't find my lighter
So I gotta use a matchstick
In school I did gymnastics
Now I'm steady

weed, you can tell by the way that I'm floatin'
Gas, gas, gas
Yup
Gas, gas, gas
That good pack
Gas, gas, gas
Always smoking on some strong
Gas, gas, gas

Will it stop if I put a hole in that clock with my fist?
The fabric rips, the fabric tears
Flattened by the kick, cut in half by the snare
It’s the bass

what I said I've spoken
Pink Lambo by the ocean
Santa Monica where I'm posted
Pinky on dat Cyber circus
On a rampage nutted in her face surface
You can't

can send a pack
Wide receiver, wide receiver
Who the quarterback better check my zodiac
I done came up out the house
Couldn't give a fuck bout a total