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Got 'em watchin' every second  I'm aight though
Cuz I know I'll be a legend when my eyes close
How it go
It's ya boy Tray comin' to you witta story
It

Virginity lost by a slick talker
I woke up in that new bugatti
I use my bed to fuck sleep why lay
Cuban and gucci link getting capital
I was rocking 2 chains

just out here going goofy
Tryna get to the paper no loose-leaf
Ain’t no one believe me when I told em what’s in store
They’d treat me like I do not know

nothing I went day to day instead
Got me a plate and I started grabbing more then bread
Ion need these demons no more get 'em out my head
I might just go

niggas goin' ham, swear to God, we play for keeps
And if I hit you 34, then guarantee you pay the fee
So much cocaine, I'm seein' squares before I go

a new season
She don't give a fuck, she still freezing
Her Cartier bust down, her Gucci bag filled with blue cream in
I hear the beats and I just go in,

gram
Eat molly by da gram, eat molly by da gram

I eat molly, but I don't need Molly
Rolling up all this tree with Dolly
And it's dilating my eyes, mane

on my wrist like light, give you seizures
Dolce and Cabana, Prada, Fendi, Louis
Wrap me up in Gucci, I'm not choosy
When it comes to bouji bitches, I just

let me know
Ain't no pull up to the crib you meet 'em by the store
You show one person where you live now everybody know
And bitch, you better not give

We get done by 3am she say Baby let's go clubbing
Alakija is her name
She keep balling in her budget
She buy all the champagne
Other people drinking

Nothings played by the book only thing get read is green
Make sure the fam Gucci double g that
Its feeling like the modern day juicy I can see that
It’s

stupid don't try me
Most likely I'll pull out the gat
Pick a tiger by his toe
Let em know
Eeno mo
Puttin my foot on the gas

I got the twins on deck
Might

like press
I'm Impressed, by the large size of those breasts
So let's get together
You got the milk and I got the bread
So we never ever have to go

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they, back out, go 'head, let it out
I fucks with my gat out, bounce and leave a hundred
Making 'em feel, slutted even if they don't want it
It's been

her back out
Then copped her some new Gucci panties just before we head out 
My life sort of a mess but that’s just how God planned out 
I’m walking by

praise, I'm droppin' niggas in that ring

I heard Dawg was a trapper, but his phone don't ever ring
I'ma rip it by myself, nigga, you know this ain't no

the motha fuck I am
Don-P, Big Boss on some Ross shit
Big bands, show off I don’t talk shit
Big Guap, big bands on my Gucci shit
Pussy niggas talkin big shit

Tell by my walk
Youngin' a gawd
I'm not even touchin the floor

She inlove wit my flaws and my being
Codeine im back leanin
I jus hit yo bm
We listen

Go get'em my
Nigga Imma pop a Bellaire bottle, when I see a model
Ice MB just get the music louder, Hear me kill it another
Beat, I'm just getting in

I keep the grip by my torso
Then I get to thinking like more so
We here for the night let’s dim all the lights
The cameras on us like award shows
My

left me on read but wanna' come to my show now
Coz I got
Gucci receipts
She only keeps red bottoms right by her feet
And she stay with them Jordans like

like they are God's daughter 
And I dropped her off right at Gucci 
Cuz I got the tunes I go looney 
Tonight we gon spend it, tomorrow we make it back

Yeah it’s that summertime vibe
Yo Babymac tell em how we get it
Shit I might just pull up in the Porsche
Swagga on a thousand always dripping in

Jumped in that water like I'm Michael Phelps
Gucci my jacket and Dior my belt
Dripping in water I'm smoking on kelp
Gas n Go loud cuz its good for my