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You got no motion, bro toting the AR and I tote a pistol
We gon make his ass leave early but ain't no dismissal
Please don't talk about yo fucking bag because I know it's little
If you talking that shit you get slapped, I don't keep it civil
We ain't in no Civic, hop up in the SRT
I told em that we did it, we kill shit right by the minute
With the team, bitch, we the biggest, yeah
Hardest out the mitten, uh
Aiming at lil bro, if it's a target I'ma hit it
Coupe so fucking loud, when I start it they gon listen
Don't ever throw me a price, I don't bargain with no bitches
And don't talk about that money, I'm the sharpest with the richest, yeah
Big stepping, I'm the shark you with the fishes, uh
Big bag, I know you cannot relate
Like why you even commentate
Cause I don't need to hear it, just need to hear what the commas say
Yo lil ass gon compensate
Opps talk then I cop the drac
Want a lot but not a break, bitch
I ain't stopping shit for nothing, I won't slow down
Heard the opps at the party, have a throw down
Why the f*ck you talking like you up if yo bro down
That bitch a two, no don't ever bring yo hoe around
You don't got no motion, bitch, I'm moving like Dominic Cruz
With the fucking gang, we swerving out, we riding with tools
You could never be a boss (Bitch)
You abiding the rules
I know you a whole bitch walk in and you hiding yo jewels
Who the f*ck calling my phone
I don't answer, I don't worry
But if it's about some money I get to it in a hurry
Dropping thirty at the set, unanimous MVP, I feel just like Curry
You just bought the jersey, we the ones who really on the court
I ain't really worried bout a freshman list, I f*ck with Forbes
When I hit the top I'ma be stepping, then I pass the torch
Claim you in the field, you ain't on shit, you ain't left the porch
Uh, uh, yeah
I ain't forcing shit
Got a lot but it's more to get, uh
Why the hell you in that Trackhawk, you don't floor the bitch, yeah
Why the f*ck you up in Prada, you can't afford the shit
I still got money to blow, yeah
They talking that shit but they acting like hoes
I just walked in the building my diamonds all froze
Young MVP, feel like D Rose
You ain't put up shit, only got zeros
Talk like you don't but I know he knows
Shit too easy just like free throws
You can keep a handout I don't really need those
Too much ice, bitch, I'm frosted
Number one shit talker, bitch, don't ever think I lost it
And my fit drip water, that shit coming out the faucet
Big stick hit harder, bitch, I'm chilling with the bosses
Yeah, yeah, yeah
We got bands to make
I ain't playing round with y'all peasants
20-2024 need the whole gang with pendants
All this shit right off the top, I don't got the time to pen it
You like Emmett and I'm Yair
Hit em so hard got em thinking like why I'm here
People talking shit, I never listen, I do not hear
You be flexing diamonds but they ain't glisten
They ain't hitting, they is not clear
You ain't rocking VVs, I be busting down the whole chain
Who the f*ck lil bro think that he is, he a no name
Talking like you ever could compete, you off cocaine
Put on Off White, too much drip but ain't no rain
Trackhawk or the S Class, got the best bag
If I throw the ball it's like a bullet, ain't a chest pass
How the f*ck you talking like you up but you dead last
In a different city, different night, I got jet lag

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