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Damn, Donny made this
Yeah, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Used to be so fucking low, yeah
Used to be so fucking low, now we on the rooftop
People talking, say they finna pull up but they do not
If I get lit, I'ma make my whole crew hot
Kicking back at a fucking mansion, yeah, my new spot
Try to run up on us we knock half off like a coupon
Try to run up we gon' make him fold, ain't no fouton
Scoring but still diming my brothers, feel like a new 'Bron
You a bitch, honestly don't know what you on
It cost yo fucking rent just to put these Yeezy boots on
Cash it be fucking stuck to me, it's like it's glued on
Couple people stabbed my back, that's okay, I just move on
Most these bitches nasty as hell just like a crouton
I just kill every fucking beat, I can't do wrong
Love it when my gang get turnt, yeah, to my new song
It cost me two bands just to throw these fucking shoes on
Feel like Lil Uzi, man my money it got too long
Lil' S0K0, yeah, he finna blow up, yeah, he the new bomb
I'm the goat, I could never die, I'm the true Ban
If I got some sauce got to put the whole crew on
Play you get cut, then it's over, just like you Song
Yeah, yeah, call me Cory Sandhagen
Really you just dick sucking, really I'm just bag chasing
Told lil' bro if you want to make it got to have patience
We always be in first place, you be last placing
Did the dash, I done ran it up now they got mad faces
Pushing SRT's it sound like we drag racing
Tried to run up after five minutes they white flag waving
Tried to talk yo shit but then regret it, now you back tracing
Run my bag up then after that I'm stat chasing
Really I'll shit on anybody, f*ck the matchmaking
I can't go slow, fast whip so we fast pacing
Bitch I need a Trackhawk, I think the Scat basic
SRT, we riding 'round on some stupid shit
If you think this shit easy then lil' bro you do it
The fast life ain't that crazy when you used to it
But I'm a trendsetter you be on some usual shit
Yeah, they cannot beat me, ain't giving out no freebies
A couple years from now you gon' see me on that TV
Whip push to start, I think you be where them keys be
Talking shit now, used to be a fan, I got receipts
Dripped in Prada and CC, that new Chanel
If you a lame don't give no fucks, bitch, I'm rude as hell
Walk in, bitch I'm racked up, I know you can tell
Bitch all we do is win and you a L
Yeah, so don't try to come around
Running up my bag, I get to it, I don't f*ck around
Chain on my neck full of diamonds, I don't tuck it now
I don't f*ck with a plane jane, watch I bust it down
Talking 'bout racks, you don't get 'em, shut yo fucking mouth
You a lame, I can't give sauce, we ain't discussing how
You hit the stu to make some trash I'm at the fucking house
Making hits everyday and running up some dumb amounts
Running up the bag, too solid, I said f*ck the clout
If it ain't about some money then what's the fuss about
I'ma hit the mall first thing when I'm touching down
Yeah you used to be lit but honestly you nothing now

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