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Man, you boy's can't even sit with us, stupid

You dumb ass ****, you really thought

You really thought you could sit with us, stupid?

**** look at my shoes, these is Louboutin's, ****

Young rich squad, man, you boy's can't even sit with us

Said he fly as me, boy, you must be smokin' angel dust

New block blower, pull up on you 'fore them paint you up

I get legal money, I don't fuck with all that shady stuff

Hit 80 bands off the rap like last week

Pullin' out a burner, now he runnin' like a athlete

I don't wanna squabble, get this burner to you ass cheeks

Stupid ass **** thought he finna get a pass, b

Never let **** act rowdy, that's a bitch move

**** really stalkin' on my Gram like my bitch do

I won't never sell another gram, l make rich moves

If I goin' broke, I might get it out of my bitch' shoes

Walk to Imperial and back, lil' baby

You ain't even wild, bro, stop actin' crazy

Fuck your pussy, give me dome first

Brodie at your crib at that lake, call that homework

Find out when you asleep, then we run up with that chrome burst

16  bars of this, chop like a long verse

Been on that block, finna ball like it's cancer

Said that I'm broke, shake my head, get your bands up

She wanna fuck, L-O-L, that's my answer

If bro hit the lick, then we both got the hammer

Young rich squad, man, you boy's can't even sit with us

Said he fly as me, boy, you must be smokin' angel dust

New block blower, pull up on you 'fore them paint you up

I get legal money, I don't fuck with all that shady stuff

Hit 80 bands off the rap like last week

Pullin' out a burner, now he runnin' like a athlete

I don't wanna squabble, get this burner to you ass cheeks

Stupid ass **** thought he finna get a pass, B

Never let **** act rowdy, that's a bitch move

**** really stalkin' on my Gram like my bitch do

I won't sell another gram, l make rich moves

If I goin' broke, I might get it out of my bitch' shoes

Walk to Imperial and back, lil' baby

You ain't even wild, bro, stop actin' crazy

I remember I was broke, I ain't had none

Now my 'fit is all designer in this Aston

Martin in this bitch, kick her out like she Pam, son

All these **** want my sauce, ****, you're like Plankton

Broke where, bitch? This is ice on my neck

He ain't got no bullets in this gun, why he flex?

Feel like I'm Nike 'cause I got these checks

She give head with no hands, bitch, look like a T-Rex, I'm gone

Young rich squad man, you boy's can't even sit with us

Said he fly as me, boy, you must be smokin' angel dust

New block blower, pull up on you 'fore them paint you up

I get legal money, I can't fuck with all that shady stuff

Hit 80 bands off the rap like last week

Pullin' out a burner, now he go runnin' like a athlete

I don't wanna squabble, get that burner to your ass cheeks

Stupid ass **** thought he finna get a pass, B

Dummy, you a stupid ass ****

I don't wanna hear it

Over, over, over, over, over it, over it, over it