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Raf Simmons cost me five slips Dat Goyard bag another fire strip You in Detroit and see a Wraith, nigga that's my shit Would of pushed Rico's shit back, I am not Mitch (Helluva made this beat, baby) Gettin' money, why these niggas gettin' mad? Jump off the plane with a couple of M's in the bag If anybody play with me, it's numbers on their head We ain't gon' talk about it though, that's the end of that Trapping, I'm still into that Address, I can send you that So if my label drop me, I can still look like I rap Know a couple of niggas living like they got platinum plaques (Aha) All they doing is catching bags, sending out and sitting back (aha) Rolls Presi' on my wrist, I can afford that Back in the day, I couldn't even look toward that When I was broke, I couldn't even look toward the bitch Now she suck my dick and don't say shit when I record the bitch (catch that) Been on the indictment list, tryna see the Forbes list Went from playing with joysticks to out in traffic blowing sticks (Graa) When your fans gets your name tatted, then you know you lit Stank from my cologne, I'ma fuck her if she snort the drip (aha) Promise my brother I'ma stack and get this paper right But I'm spendin' 60k a month just on everyday life When you that bag, everybody wanna whirl it Problems they got, they gon' call you like you caused 'em Fall up in the club, I can rain 'till it's morning Start in every game 'cause at practice, I've been balling (swish) Heard a couple niggas wanna put me on my shit (what) Tell 'em pull up with them sticks and let 'em hit, you better not miss, bitch I know some crips, know some treetops Name good, I ain't never sold no re-rock All these colors in my chain like a peacock I let that .40 slang 'till it de-cock Ridin' through my old hood, with some new money Blue money, they that mad? Tell 'em do something Got three Tennis chains, and like two Presi's Three choppas, four Glocks, this shit too heavy Key to the pad, key to the Rolls, key to the bag I got the key to the streets, don't get a key put on your ass When I do that, you know them niggas gon' knock you in half Heavy cash load, got my back broke Bitches on the East, and on the West Coast Sent me pics and videos, you can't get my passcode Ten up in the motor, got the hood broke Bitch, don't get yo' head painted, you gon' look like Lil Boat (painted red) Riding through Atlanta with my nigga Lil Boat (Lil Boat) Niggas trailing us and you know what they good for 'Bout to fly to Cali and look for that good dope If you 'bout that life, then what you looking shook for? Told my lil bro, I had to chase M's .40 on me, all big face bills In the back of the Mulsanne, letting the space build If the police flip me with this Glock, I'ma face ten I ain't supposed to be the shooter I'm on top, but I still let it spray like it's 4 days into July I've been running red light in my city, I know it's hot I'd rather take the ticket, niggas want my top It's so many opp's I know some crips, know some treetops Name good, I ain't never sold no re-rock All these colors in my chain like a peacock I let that .40 slang 'till it decock Know some BD's, I know some gangsta's Get outta line and they a spank ya Know some Pirus, know some head-bangers Know some sex, money, murder niggas that'll paint ya