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(Prada did it)
(Ryan, what took you so long?)
I got the Lamb' moving sideways (Sideways)
GCP, I'll let 'em chase on the highway (Let 'em chase)
Two-tone Audemars Piguet, it's a ice tray (Iced out)
I can pop out with two hundred on a light day (Two-hundred cash)
It didn't come from one play, I had to make the route (Make the route)
He doesn't care who gets hit, he's about to spray the crowd
One thousand likes and no comments, yeah, he pays for clout (He's a bot)
I'll put your mans in the sky and make him taste the clouds (Make him taste it)
New foreign 'bout to burn it out (Burn it out)
Sixty-five dollars each Pirelli, 'bout to burn 'em out (Burn 'em out)
Didn't pop the first song, I had to learn the sound (Had to learn it)
When this shit's said and done, I'm about to earn the crown (Earn it)
Brand new Mickey Thompson's, about to paint the street (Mickey Thompson's)
'24 M3 Comp' and it's racing green (Individual)
Can't smoke in the renty, I'ma pay the fee (I'ma pay it)
This a trap, make a wish, I'm about to save a fiend
I want the whole pint, I'ma stretch the drink (Stretch it)
I'ma whip the G-Wagon till I wreck the tank (Skrrt)
Account overdrawn by ten thousand, I'ma dead the bank (Dead it)
I only got the third base, it's our second date (Fuck)
Shit, I'm always running late, it gets my people tight
I dropped a four of Wocky in the dollar Sprite (Dollar sprite)
Pennsylvania plates, I don't stop for lights (Don't stop)
I'm in the big leagues now, white collar crimes (Collar crimes)
I'm in a different tax bracket, I got three accountants
Brand new 4Matic, I dropped eighty thousand
The Zoback's Japanese, I cannot pronounce it (What's it say?)
I like to FaceTime all my whales just to make announcements
Shop opens up at noon, closes 3 AM (At 3)
All I got is brothers, I don't need no friends (Bros)
All I pop are Roxy's, I don't need no tens (M30)
X7 M60, I don't need no Benz (Sixty)
I got the lamb moving sideways (Sideways)
GCP, I'll let 'em chase on the highway
Two-tone Audemars Piguet, it's a ice tray (No)
I can pop out with two hundred on a light day (Quarter mil)
It didn't come from one play, I had to make the route (Make it)
He doesn't care who gets hit, he's about to spray the crowd (He's 'bout to spray it)
One thousand likes and no comments, yeah, he pays for clout (Robot)
I'll put your mans in the sky and make him taste the clouds
Written by: Joshua Robertson