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Yuh, yuh, look I said, pull up with the, pull up with the, pull up, shits Ayy, straight out the window, escape from my side Tell her anything, believe all my lies Young ghetto nigga, I put fleece on my rides Nothin' but finesse in my vibes Niggas steady talkin' like they made me so rich I put fleece on my clothes, I got grease on my wrist Fresh white ones, ain't no crease on them shits Ain't no rink in my clothes, I got geese on my dick Treat a duck like a duck, show no love to that bitch If it's up, then it's up, leave you stuck in that bitch Headed to the money in a rush to the shit Nigga make a buck like a Nigga make a buck Like a Big stick, chillin', shit like 5'2 Wanna fuck with a nigga, send the eyes through Treat my side like my main, tell her lies too Got a problem, ain't no problem, send the guys through Nigga rush a check like Kalashnikov Bitch ain't suckin', that shit piss me off (that shit make me mad) Entitled ass pussy, throw a nigga off Nigga make a buck like a Nigga make a buck like a Straight out the window, escape from my side Tell her anything, believe all my lies Young ghetto nigga, I put fleece on my rides Nothin' but finesse in my vibes Straight out the window, escape from my side Tell her anything, believe all my lies Young ghetto nigga, I put fleece on my rides Nothin' but finesse in my vibes Niggas steady talkin' like they made Reaz, Reaz Grew up in it, homie six, leavin' niggas six deep yuh I was in a bucket, still thuggin' niggas sleep Push it in the lane like a nigga 6'3 Big stick, chillin', graveyard diggin' Wrist greased up, light it like a prism Feed a skeez, DNA, catch it like a villain I can't say I made it till a nigga make a million Seven figure nigga, make the digit last Do a donut in the bucket, smell the rubber drag Fuck an op, make him suffer like a succotash Hit it good, doze off, then we run it back Ghetto nigga lost, throw it in her shorts Wait, don't stop suckin', that shit piss me off Look a leechin' ass brodie, throw a nigga off Nigga make a buck like a nigga make a buck like a Straight out the window, escape from my side Tell her anything, believe all my lies Young ghetto nigga, I put fleece on my rides Nothin' but finesse in my vibes Straight out the window, escape from my side Tell her anything, believe all my lies Young ghetto nigga, I put fleece on my rides Nothin' but finesse in my vibes
Writer(s): Robert Gill Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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