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She can get it with her hands tied
Won the game by a landslide
350 on the health care
Ask him was he from the west side, he said "hell yeah"
Tell

cup, I keep on sliding shit
Brand new Margiella
Keep on buying shit
This shit too exclusive, one-to-one, cause I'm the one
Treat that lil' nigga like my

backwards
I don't care where we at or the day, it don't matter
I make the work disappear like it's Casper
Me and lil' Fizzle a scary disaster

We in

Yeah, bitch said it really is
Niggas always talkin' on my name, let's see how real it get
Brodie slidin' with a few jawns, that's bound to hit his

said fuck school then I got the trap 
Lil niggas out here getting high selling eighths of bud just to get em by 
Got them j's but ain't got no money

we still breakin' them bops
Beep-beep goes my page when I pass by her house
Know what I'm talkin bout, ain't no remedy for that
Lovin this cool cat,

I'm so surrounded by ballers
I'm hella busy, they been tripping I don't answer my calls
And I'm
Still living life money growing
That shit ain't for no

T.G T.G wat it do
T.G T.G wat it do
Lil action on the track
Lil action on the track

Dat bat man shawty gon n jig with it
Gone gone gone gone

me shed a tear
All that talkin' tough, we ain't on that shit (nope)
My lil' gangsta she a pistol whip a nigga bitch
More realer than these niggas,

a bitch by the sixth grade
City really wilder than the street outside a knicks game
Tripping off the jiggas shawty throwing the molly up
We the real mob

bad with that Jut, Joe on the cut
Got that P-a-t fixin to slap another slut
Lil Keke, that KK, and tha Hawk
Boy be talkin down now watch this boy barkin

Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Had to pull up on a lil' nigga block
I shot at his mom, now she suckin' my cock
She can't

back and
Let 'em eat dessert, just a lil snackin'
Was down and out now I'm wealth building
Homie I ain't ever goin broke again
I'm tryna leave something

count da three
uno dos tres bitch


I am
really not the one you wanna try
I'm a
lil throwed off but always hide it
Third person talkin walking
we agree

a lot on my plate I be handlin 
Why you lil n***** be sittin back?
Talkin bout me while I’m hustling out in LA 
Everyday I be on the map
Family countin

I'm hot on this beat, sriracha
She like when I beat, piñata
See right through the bs, Hinata
Good by myself but I love all my partners
And I don't

A lil bit of love with a lil bit of brandy
I know bout your friends yeah they really can't stand me
Taste your lips and it taste like candy girl you

they be hatin
Im worried bout racks
Making some moves
That's making them mad
Why they be talkin
I'm chasin Tha bag
I got Tha gap that
Stays by my lap
I

chasin' these millions
Mama said I was a sick lil' boy
God looked down and said he a fighter
Ima bless that boy
I took my blessings and never looked back
I

Of the stories never told, yeah

Back in the days, trippin' bout all of my grades
Had missing assignments
Stuck in my ways, lil' skinny nigga with dreams
Shit,

on the net, they don't get busy
Catch him lackin' up in traffic if he run do him like Ricky

Yeah, lil' nigga want smoke, so I'ma puff him like a chimney
Oh,

Too High

Trademark Da Skydiver

Flamingo Barnes

2013

I only see the money surrounded by these bitches 
Smokin' on this killa ridin' to my engine T-top soft 
I'm wildin' gettin' paper on these niggas

Kno I
I hate gettin dem freecars.
Cuz its a lil risky
But whenever I go
You know I keep my dawg wit me
U goin need a flathead
You definitely need

Go, go, man it's Clo on foenem[00:06.33]Ayy, I know y'all think I just be talkin' like[00:08.46]Rappin' for my fun young dumb type shit[00:10.36]Mean