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the lost and found
I gotta do me I'm having money habits
And I hopped in the whip it started automatic
I gotta get this cash make it stretch like elastic

the turbulence I'm headed, pilot automatic
They made new sheets for all the static
Gettin' the spot is all that mattered
Don't give a fuck who had it
My

the corner
How we drowned that
Fully automatic turn a nigga
To some loud pack
I'm from the Sem where it's
Mainey and it's wild at

Each state, get paper
If you

chillin', loungin' at the crib, check it out now)

The, the mic is open, yo
For the Stretch Armstrong show, hosted by Bobbito

How should I start this?

A million days a million nights
My career stay on green lights
Now my life stretch past the heights
Now all my money right

Cant call it childhood
Graduate

Got paper since school Like a packet, i shoot with my left and that shit automatic, I had some exes whose cousins were badder I might shoot my shot

Don't fear the cold cuz I'm asymptomatic
Got new flows like it's automatic
Push to start got rows for the passage
Shock to the heart cuz I'm bringing

did
I stretch the pussy out yes I beat that down
I got it on video High Fidelity Sound
I'm a pimp nigga pull your bitch in the club
Waking up

pass it
Money gon' stretch like elastic
Old bills mold in the plastic
Keep a pole close automatic
Glock nineteen could detach him
The shit could get

wanna stack the money, count a bunch of commas
I don't wanna pull up, you be full of drama
Gotta keep it coming keep it coming automatic
Get paid nigga

that's a classic 
Stretch a nigga out like elastic 
Kel A young slimy bastard
(Yea) about that paper I'll wipe yo nose 
He said he getting money my n***a I

Chavous who da fuck is you?!

I'm Well know to get poppin
Hating niggaz won't stop em
Any problems I'll solve em
Automatic or revolve em

I'm not the one

spending paper
Got new follows in your Insta every time you wake up
Guess it's all about the booty girl 
Just like you said right
Im going solo to the movies

automatic gears no clutch
Nigga too clutch put 3.5 in a Dutch
Tell me who flyer than us
I’m stackin this paper in god we trust
I ain got time for fake shit
If

fucking with it
Cuz they know other niggas ain't fucking with it
Half you niggas are not worth the paper you printed on 
What's the difference if I fucking

favor when I spit this heat
Semi automatic habit, keep it in the cabinet, under the seat
I spit these rounds, right on repeat
Put a hollow inside

Yea, sittin' on the sky rise thinking how the time flies
How the tables always turning, keep my paper slowly burning
Made a killing and an earning

no way im going down
I'm rolling up loud
All my problems blow them out
Wondering how
I ran it up when I was down
Leveled up now
Play with paper stretch

Go
The paper is musty, I need some deodorant
Clean up his function, whip that bitch like custodian
My kinfolk sell dog food, he damn near a Doberman

Insta average
Gotta break my habit
Gotta break my habit
Racks, I gotta have it
Thotty with a accent
Pull up with the fully automatic
Smokin' sharks, sweet

went live
That shit not delete the way

Nigga did some ho shit
When you catch him, stretch me, gotta pay
Uncle Sam bout to tax us
Double up, ride around

to steal, fameless to real
This guardian makes the papers for real
Snapshots coming out them raves all pissed
They're lucky that I never vomited
Sicker than