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It's gon' make him say, uh, it's gon' make him say, uh
Swervin' in the Benz, they think it's stolen, Uh, rapper's choice, gas on, smokin
She hit it once and she can't stop chokin' It's gon' make him say, uh, it's gon' make
Him say, uh, Dave Versace's on his feet, man, he the illest

Turn that shit up, man, you definitely bout to feel it
Husband rappin', whoopin', I'ma make it out like B. Miller
Cave to the grave, I'm the captain of the boat You askin' bout my money, you askin' to get
Smoked Original gangster, commander-in-chief

Real nigga from the trap, tested diamonds on my teeth
I'm knockin' out busters, salutin' all the hostas
Ten toes down in the mud on you soccas Look at all these clockas
Deep throat and cute thumbers, oh, that shit disgusting

Worry about my pocket, but you ain't gettin' nothin
My youngin' off a purtin' He pop a 30, then he do you real dirty
I treat him like a junkie, he be leanin' like a zombie
Brother, leave your head on the fuckin' wall like some pastrami

Yes, my mami, I been hard-headed Road runnin', I still want it
From a lil' youngin' I looked up to some niggas
That still ain't doin' nothin' Man, I ain't doin' nothin
I might bag up a pound and get my hood jumpin' Man, she like, come and holla

Let me hit that half a blunt, I'm savin' half a dollar
And I'm savin' money, watch it pile up I watch the hood and I know her watch up
All of these watches and stuff, I don't see them plottin' on us
Oh, look, I bought some more jewels Farted on them with orange cubes

Changed white, but the ice made that bitch look blue
I'm the truth, what you gon' do? I been had the sauce, put me on some fondue
Everything upgraded From the cars to the drugs, I be up later
I'm with the B-list stars, but we upgradin' A-boy, we can fuss later

We can knuckle-act tough later I need all paper
I'm in the hood, black hood, like I'm Darth Vader
I need no favor Before I hustle, put my fingers in the dirt
Taste it, like, yup, we gon' make it

Cause it's gon' make them say, uh It's gon' make them say, uh
Swervin' in the Benz, they think it's stolen Uh, rapper's choice, gas, so I'm smokin
She hit it once and she can't stop chokin' It's gon' make them say, uh
It's gon' make them say, uh They Versace on his feet, man, he the illest

Turn that shit up, man, you definitely bout to feel it
Hustlin', rappin', hoopin', I'ma make it out like Dee Miller
I'ma make it out like Dee Miller
I'ma make it out like Dee Miller

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