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K. Suavé, ZellyOcho, Trippie Redd
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Yeah, f*ck your money, f*ck your fame, we are not the same Yeah, that's my brother, that's my blood, man, we all the same Yeah, the first nigga act outta line, he gon' get hit close range Yeah, Red Dead Redemption I pull out that .30 and aim for the brain (bah) We in a Rari, we in a Bentley, we in a whole different lane, yeah Hit the bitch once, she callin' back, I don't even know the hoe name She wanna kick it, I'm not with that, I sent that ho straight on a plane Yeah, we gettin' fly, we gettin' high, I'm in the sky like a crane She let me hit, she think I'm famous, she do not f*ck with no lames (whoa) I'm a dark knight, but when I'm with gang, they say that I'm more like Bane (f*ck) Play with the gang, you know that they knockin' off brains We still in the block, we go hard in the paint I stay with my Glock, you get hit on the face I'm King of the Hill, I feel like Hank Purple Glocky like a saint He slid in a Honda, I slide in a tank He not with the gang, he don't got a rank I'm walkin' around with the motherfuckin' bank Smokin' on gas, smokin' on dank (bitch) Blowin' her back, givin' her face Put on my mask, too much hate Pull up with chopps, now my opps in a lake Got some cops in the block, now we hoppin' a gate We from 800 block where the opps do not hang We from 800 block where the opps cannot bang I got pulled over, I don't know a thing Run up some racks, he gon' get you a train Run up some racks, he gon' get you a name My bro from the Chi' and he lettin' it bang You keep saving hoes, I'ma get you a cape Uh, my bitch is a ten out of eight I told you I'm cozy, 'kay? (I'm cozy) You probably wouldn't even make it this way Broke ass games, I don't know how to play Gun too big, it'll blow up your face (yes) Racks on me, she tryna see what I weigh When I'm in New Orleans, I feel like a saint Keep one in the head 'cause these niggas all fake Got booked for a show but I'm showin' up late Presidential, you know how I'm ridin' (ridin') I just showed 'em the racks, now she quiet (quiet) She just took a fake Perc, now she dyin' (she dyin') In expensive threads, I'm at her high end (high end)
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Written by: Michael Lamar White II, Kevin Gainer, Denzel Young, Tuheij Maruwanaya
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