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(One, two)

(One, two, three, four)

Brrt

Ayo, ayo

Ayo, my shooter hitting everything

Rollin' off the wet (ah)

Stressing in that cell used to have to call collect

Now tassels on the Celine leathers, I'm on a jet

I'm a land on the Rec, y'all still sly out that stretch (ah)

Three-twenty a month laps around the sun

My shooter hummin ain't no sunshine

Loading up a drum

Everybody father, coke in a agua

Had to lay low, I had a bitch in Cheektowaga (ah)

At minimum, I had fifty soups in the locker (ah)

Touch mine, stab you off adrenaline proper

I'm from the east side of Hell

Where the Devil way Dolce

The Mac clip don't stop, Marni slippers all bozy

In the law library you should've heard what Black told me

Worthy pack ya shit up, pulled off in a Rosey

Thank God God chose me, the baddest bitch you ever seen

Told her, "Don't touch the pony"

(Super FlyGod)

Look, look, ah

Pyrex Vision kitchen wear

I was whippin' got my wrists' like

I won the strongest man competition

Send the brodie on the slider mission

All my oppositions they talkin' tough but they was not convincing

Thirty shots'll rinse 'em

Just looked at my account, so more direct deposits hit it

Got my richest still in my prime but I just had the opp to miss it

I had some setbacks, but I remained optimistic

I'm out the trenches, hot pockets, mystics

Now it's lobster dishes (talk to 'em)

I know bodyin' these beats is what you know me for

All gold, Prezi, but I got mines out the Rolly store

Why you think the junkies always shooting like they Kobe for? (Huh?)

Dope too strong, why you think they always OD for? (Woo)

I gave 'em a style, gave 'em a lane, that's what they owe me for

Put some homies on and gratitude, they ain't show me at all

(Fuck them niggas though, bro)

Celine tote for my broad, Margiela coat in the fall

Scatterbrain, open the jaw, y'all niggas know who the God

Machine, bitch