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Verse 1:

Austin representer to the end
By time I was ten I was long gone
I was on that east side boy, no Lil Jon
I would with my grandma making

just to get a pair
Of them low top coke boys
You can catch 4 shots for yours
Nothing but 40 Glocks, and .44s 
And its still 5 life
You know boy
(and u

heartless
Your own blood'll take you out, I drop a ten thinkin' 'bout Lil Marley
You by yourself up in this world, I learnt that fightin' all them charges

the seeking
If you scared to get up in that water nigga
Don't even come to the deep end
Fleeto feeling like a pastor
When I'm on these tracks a young nigga

flammable
Nigga when you play yo track it ain't jammable
So low key I get it's understandable, why you'd wanna see me go
You in the studio for hours I did

Ra Ra Ra Ra
Ridin' round here
Crusin' in the beamer bumping cyphers in my ear
No Stress
Withdrawls
When I'm playing it by ear
Lost calls
No tracks

a track race
Aye, I ain't going back to my last place
Haters take shots and we ducking them on the low
Same day later they calling you big bro
Don't nobody

it's a problem lil bitch you can leave
You ain't the one I'll have two of you by three
Too many options no difference to me
All of these bitches stay

a bad play
They know when they see me it's a bad day
Takin' a detour I'm using the cash way
Got a lil' bitch and she tell me she Blackanese
I'ma get her

write a song about it and tell
All my fans that I beat him up all by myself--haha

[Chorus 2X:]

[Low-G]
I might play Chalupa, that's Mexican Bingo
Peace

get it on the right track
All my life it's, it's been like that
What you know, what you know
Baby I been feeling so low
All my life I've kept my eyes

a Hot-Boy Lil' Tunechi with all my chain's in my hood Lil' Uzi
Putting in that work, moving all that traffic, like Lil' Reese I keep a "Supa Savage"
Bad b-

Off Peers, Got Beats that'll Knock By See Us
Roll Up, Get Ya Throat Cut
Catch A Buck Fifth, Watch Yo Chest Lift
Dope Rhymes, Cause The Small Eyes Take

You should really give up the lil phony act
And I'm whipping the fuck out this Pontiac
You know Gibby itching to get stoney, yeah
Confiscated my Drac

Off Peers, Got Beats that'll Knock By See Us
Roll Up, Get Ya Throat Cut
Catch A Buck Fifth, Watch Yo Chest Lift
Dope Rhymes, Cause The Small Eyes Take

shows poppin shit I get bubbly
Fall to my low elevate to da upper suites
We fully loaded dis shit kinda stuck to me
Some niggas folded it still kinda fuck

But not on the low
I use to window shop 
I feel like Chris Rock 
I got a price on a boat
I ain't even wanna get money 
Get me a bag and water my neck

the game, skip over rook, you Know that I'm a vet
Like, why they upset, I'm cashin' checks
This shit get hot, I put a coolant on my
Kit
Lil' mama saw me, now

Cool like sorbet
Caffeine in my bloodstream
On the low key
Loki, switch the flow
Transforming
Your king
Tracks like Mitus: they golding
Got 50 unreleased

on the track and I ain't letting up 
If I get that shorty on the ground she ain't getting up
She know we can really get it cracking if she getting tough 
Blowing

Fifteen lil bitches just walked in the club
They all saw the diamonds and now they in love
If we get the fucking I put on a glove
Now it's third base so

you think I'm plane'
I could do a lil drive by
Why, I
Don't understand all the time, my
Y'all crazy
Shit talking maybe maybe
Diss talking
Nigga maybe

an enable dat
(Ya huurd me?
Switch)
If you see me i be solo
Eyes low
By myself
GPS on go
But they dont know
(Ricky B flow)
I dun got what i came for
Exchanged

eighteen I was stressed
Now I get fees by the set yes (Woo)
I was doing work (Work) i put in the work
Now it's working in reverse
Blessing and a curse