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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Got a FN and that bitch finna  blow
Micro draco and it's tucked in my coat
I'm on the x bitch you already know
I'd rather do perkys, but they get me slow
Told the little bitch, that I'm fuckin' her friend Break that bitch back and I do it no hands
Break that bitch back and i bend that bitch over She say that christian i know she gonna sin
7-6-2, let them fly like wind
Walk in the club, I ain't dappin' no hands
Bitch i'm so high, I don't think I can land
Geeked up off x and it's  tan like the sand
I'm on yo head if you owe me that bread

No, I'm not trippin', I know where you at
Playin' that gangsta then he was found dead
Big FN, man, you can get fapped
Addicted to money, just get to the racks
Steppin' on shit, man, just look at the facts
My brothers got rich, off of movin them packs
Addicted to cheese, but allergic to rats
Twelve years old, I was smokin' them blacks

I'm a drug addict, but I never did crack
Spent five bands when I walked into saks
You can pull up or you get taxed
Bent that bitch over and the bitch got schmacked
Got on her knees and she ate it like snack  Crackin' that bitch and I pulled out her tracks
Straight to the top, bitch, you know that that's us My bitch is sayin' I'm livin' too much

My bitch is sayin' I'm livin' too lavish
My bitch is sayin' I'm spendin' too much
Get the pack gone, shit look like magic
Speak on the dead that's when shit get tragic
Switch On the Glock, turn that bitch automatic Just want racks, give a f*ck bout nothin' else
Amiri Jean's with a button down
Used to be nothin' I'm somethin' now

off the x till the sun is down
Want  smoke, it's a hundred rounds
Want smoke, we gon' gun em down
If it's up then it's stuck and it's stuck in the air
Put that shit on the floor so I know what it is
Real money, man, I'ma stand on biz
Ain't fuckin' with me, give a f*ck how you feel Let's get real

Just stop all the cap on the internet
I'm callin' my shooter he sendin' that
I'm right on your corner, I'm bendin' that
He talk on the gram I ain't feelin' that
I see him up top and I'm peelin' that
If it ain't about money, I ain't into that
Smoke good, za Pack, came from Trinidad

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