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ion touch a hoe I jus go and fuck another hoe
Knock em all down domino once I hit bitch adio 
Look I'm focused on dinero cause the cat always her
Ion

for taking
Can't tell if its even here 
Whats this path that I've mistaken as serene
She sayin' all you do is blasphemy 
Said go n shake that ass for me

bitch paid for my PS5 out her Gucci purse
One of my friends the biggest fan of Lil uzi vert
I don’t like bugs or trees don’t ask me to go camping
I do not

She want the Guala
You know she doing anything for a Dolla'
Man it ain’t my problem, that’s you
Better go solve 'em
Scooby-Doo that shit, need to rip

Everything's brand new
Brand new
Brand New AR go to war with Dez Niqqas
Brand New score board ran da score Up on niqqas
Dripping Louie Gucci Fendi n Prada
My

Face it,

Go do your Googles, you prick,

Precious metals on my body,
My Dawg,
That’s how I bring the drip through,
Gucci on the choke chain,
Got

on that car these rappers cap to da industry we know he soft 

Flexin my face make me go crazy skino keep askin to rob em 

We bout to, lil bro jus be quiet

have much options
Shoot it through my veins like those toxins
Inspired by the Joyner's, The Cole's, The Logic's
The Kendrick's, The Em's, The Hopsin's

'em I need a coffin, uh
Watch how I ride the beat (yea), my diamonds' play hide n' seek (Say what?)
You walkin' 'round like you lost some'n like Little

was down bad Ian how felt
These Niggas rats and Ik they gon tell
If I go slide I go slide by myself
I can't say nun  I won't tell on my self
I got dem

Play something these ladies like
Baby crazy and the sexy types
Loyal ones each and every night
TLC when you by her side
Coming from my heart
Ima' let

pistol in this bitch
Gang gang
Everybody want to scream it. They ain't bout it
I touched 6 figures by 22 and I ain't go to college
Teachers thought I

Triple S, call em Migos
I just boost my c notes boost my ego
I can see the future like Ms.Cleo
Baby she be lying she a Leo
I call her Susie I ain't Gucci

The peddle is off
Exhaust is filling my lungs
You my Miss Daisy VR
Pay the fare and just hop in my car
We can go anywhere that you want
Quick excursion let's

climbing to the money, i don't waste no time
Be up all night writing I need a fucking rhyme
Yeah they doubt me but i shake em this is my grind
When I was

well boy please come try me
I got like three shooters by me and i tote a Mothafuckin Chappa FN
Fuck a Nigga wife mom Pussy dad best friend i get em all

Came a long long way
Yeh
Aaanant
Aye hoe
Aint no simp I caint go
No
Aye bro
Yea ya hard
Yeen fuckin wit Nate tho
No No
Ayoo
I'ma Hustler No JLo
Play

Talking about the shots you miss
Won't talk about the shots you make
My little bitch want Gucci slides
I tell her go head snatch em
She let me use that

people do systematically
High fashionably
You go to prison in your new Gucci khakis
Would you wanna trade your skin color?
In America
You born into a gang

the whole club
Hit the road by myself, got my own plug
I brought lean to the city, niggas owe up
Nigga
I wear Saint Laurent, we don't drip the same
This

yeah
She the co-pilot riding in the Maybach
With them leather seats go push ‘em way back
Then she tell me that she love me why you say that?
Girl I’m

the beat, go and hit it and quit it then I’m gone by the morning, she bugging said I don’t be hitting her digit, sorry baby ima loner, still thugging and they

ain't legit
But that's okay just go admit it
Don't try saying that it's real
How u spinning off a lease
Acting like it was a steal, unless it's stolen
I

the motto
I'm gettin' guala, we die by dollars and make em holler
Gucci on collar My pants Prada from Remy Dada, go' ask the hood
I'm notorious like I'm