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Designer, all my attire

You broke boys over there lookin' retired

Look at them trainers, lookin' all tired

Someone pass me a lighter

I'm high, but I'm 'bout to get higher

Suspectin', ballin'

Don't step on my toes

Said, watch out, don't touch me

You gon' wrinkle my silk

We ballers, this the street league

Clink a bottle, make a toast

They talkin', they some talkers (Chattin')

But the mandem keep it trill

Talkin' all of this crud

Then them **** start snitchin'

Me still hit 'em all up

Then the **** start quittin'

The jakes couldn't stop us

Man, them **** are some bitches

Roll round with the snub

Must've thought the mandem was kiddin'

You **** scared or naw?

Ridin' voluntary your job (Pussy)

Talkin' ish on the net

I bet a bag you won't come

My **** so solid

I'll have all you Romeos done

Matter fact, back out

Watch 'em all fuckin' run

You know your boy expect

He one hundred like a ton

Big four, my muscle

****, picture me runnin'

'Member when he rolled down the block? (Huh?)

I reached for my mash, and he spun

Ay, I gotta shout out to my gun

Like, thanks for protectin' me

From all of these treacherous thieves

Like Hollowman said

"The fizzy gon' bring him to his knees"

I heard a rumor through the grapevine

That a certain someone was on me

I had T at his neck

Turn a gassed you into a zombie

They want money like weebs

But I want money like Saudi (Like a sheik)

Water in the pot just whirrin'

Got the yard smellin' like sardines

And they know I'm shottin' that Charlie

My young boy did the trips, he better not fuck up my money

From way back, they know we been gettin' this money

Check out my bust out Cutty

Got the team logo on my charm, B

Diamonds is dancin' on me

Life is lovely

I 'member when I used to be ugly

It's Webay , but she call me Weebie

Never here, I'm suckin' on narny

Never catch a **** on molly

I smoke a lotta ganja like Marley

Wanna get the money like Clark B

(My ****) Choppin' up bricks, karate

Ballin' outta control, bitch

Ain't been home for a whole week

Pop outta nowhere, give her a stack, like, hold this

And hold your lips

I don't want no shit

I'm home sick

Now hold this dick