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Life is good, I can't complain
I just left up out the bank
'Bout to meet up with the gang
Yeah we got some moves to make
Shawty thick, make sum'

Bite down like a huge shark (Huge)
Big Jaws yea I’ma bark (Damn)
And Bite
High score on the machine so i got a kite
I’m in the air
Watch em stare
New

I need the Ms out the bank
They got insurance to pay 
I want the fortune no fame 
Got up and made me a Lane
Like I am employed by the state
But I was

the buzzer sound, aiming for the bank
I been living life in a b-roll

Slow mo nigga slow down
Living too fast 
Won’t make it (DAMN)
I been pulling hairs

switching his story
By then all my shells on that taper fade
They all on my trail but they slower than snails
I leave a fine line like a razor blade
When it

Ah damn I ran out of drink
And it's like
It's like dark as hell in here
It's almost like its
Like it's stars in here
Yeah I been balling
Balling till

bombed
I got an Angel with a halo walking with a bank roll
Give her the tingle i got her mingled in an angle
Give her the peace or the piece that could

my pockets big bank
You can tell they don't fuck with you by the way they act
They took that word love and stabbed me in my back
Told my momma her son

After I taste the damage
Damn it’s a gamble but 
Waist is savage 

Get it girl
Yea get it girl 
Necklace dripping
With better pearls 
Wheel and deal when

always here
Why'd you never look?
Damn, girl, please
Avie baby you overreacting
All of the time (All of the time)
No woman can give me satisfaction
Not

this place precipitate yea you gone get whip today (Yeah)
This time they gone ship it
What a lot when you don't have to wait? (What The!)
Damn by the way

got 2 eyes 
but still society blind

Im my own damn boss 
self made by design 

yea I made the beat 
its obvious I can rhyme 

aye I move just like

by the leaves
Climbed the roots to the branches 
Might fall from the breeze
It gets shaky from the pressure 
When I’m tryna just believe 
I take 2 deep

to match
On this gas line
I know that y'all cap on your pack
But I ain't lying
Keep like 20 racks
So I call my bank the pantry
Need like 80 more
Ima draft it

Yoom

It's just me
I'm by myself I don't need no help
It's just me

What's up bruh
Excuse Me
Yeah, Excuse me

I'm in the place with B

Y'all catching

the bank
Bitch I'm Reese it's nice to meet you and I'm rude by the way
Who this is pulling up I'm paranoid I'm tryna shoot
You was still on the porch while

people got me aye/
If you ain’t got me/
Den I know God got me aye aye/

VERSE 1:
We go to war for each other/
Cause we can’t let these niggas by/
We go

16 self-Raised
Hate being told / what to
Sometimes had a bed
But ain't had no room
Sometimes was on the floor
But I had space to move
Raised by a young

Told my momma see ya baby boy became a stunna man
Fuck a bank account my statements snappin in a rubber band
We was tryna be like everybody up in

the rest i do not give a damn
Im Not like these actors you see on the gram
Not like these fake niggas that rap on the scene

Won't stick to the script that

looking so damn good
Ya know exactly, What I mean
Baby just a touch of some fever
Like to have fun we drink it by the liter
My whiskey sexy river diva
Like

been making racks
I can't rank these rappers cause they stank
Dirty laundry
On the daily I go to the bank
What my mom think
What my mom think
What she

heart I got em in a fitty
He said he like it smooth yea
Slow-motion how I do that
His friends say I'm too bad
Damn well, that's too bad
My bestie say I'm

'till I backlash
Turn it into ash pass
Blunts
But I'm not sharing my bags, racks 
(Send'em back to bank damn)
All I want is respect
My shows to get packed