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Aye, aye, aye, aye, yuh, yuh
U got bands or what (bands or what)
All that chitty chat but you ain't really ran it up (ran it up)
They say "Young Molke, why u always have to flex it up"
I just got some Chrome hearts on my wrist i flex it up (oh i flex it up)
Got the hoe mad, but she, u wanna fuck or not?
This hoe stupid, think im gonna waste a dime on her
Now she mad cuz i told her i ain't feeling her (feeling her)
Used to scam the credit cards but now we really up (really up)
Shawty love my two seater, now im feeling her (skrrt)
Stack it up
M3, it go fast, hold up
Pour it up
Yeah im sipping on that drank, hold up
They say they don't like my ways, don't give a damn. hold up
From the start it was just me n the Brass, hold up
I don't really like people, give a fuck (give a fuck)
Made it out, but my old friends yeah they stuck (fuck em up)
Costa Rican hoes, yeah my favorite ones
What you know bout pussy boy, you've never pulled one
Damn, watch your step
You might stomp on some shit
Couple bands i can't miss
Throw them up at the strip
I just made your main bitch my miss
Tryna kill me but you miss
Fucked the bitch i messed the clique
She asking for a ride but i paid a lift (woah)
You can't ride with me
Bitch im riding in a ghost (in a ghost)
I be counting sticks,yeah im rocking with my bros (with my bros)
All my fucking bros got the metal, rocking polls
Its murder gang in this bitch, we trapping in this hoe
My accountant is the Benjamins
We make hella bread
I don't really got no friends
All my homies dead
I told my momma im gonna get rich
She told me go get it then
20-2024, damn im really getting rich
U got bands or what (bands or what)
All that chitty chat but you ain't really ran it up (ran it up)
They say "Young Molke, why u always have to flex it up"
I just got some Chrome hearts on my wrist i flex it up (oh i flex it up)