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Mm, mm-mm, blrrrd-blrrrd (once again, I'm locked in with TP, we finna make a hit))
Ayy, ayy, mm, mm-mm
Blrrrd, blrrrd-blrrrd
Fuck it, woke up, I drop a ten (yeah), 'cause it's just how I'm feelin' (feelin')
Very strapped when I'm outta state (strapped), all the shots comin' with me (blrrrd)
Slimeball, coated McLaren, tryna see if it go two-fifty (yeah)
I sipped the whole eight to the face (face), not made but this time I was trippin' (damn)
Ayy, ayy, now maybe this time I was trippin' (yeah)
It ain't no squashin' shit with me, if I took somethin', then deal with it (fuck 'em)
I'm really livin', not just rappin' (ayy), still active, still spinnin' (spinnin')
She gon' fuck me off the rip (rip) when she read what's up on this pendant (on God)
The VVS's on me water wet, but don't try to jump in it (nope)
Load up the chop, get in position ('sition), it's time to go handle business (get bus')
And we live off 'em, B-B-A (ayy), that's bankroll, bitches, ammunition (yeah)
Cartier my ETA, can't check the time, these diamonds hittin' (damn, damn, blrrrd)
Can't check the time, these diamonds hittin' (nope)
For my shooter's birthday, I bought him a Glock and a FN (blrrrd)
Big Shiesty for president, they let him in, he's in the industry
He had his taco out, we pushed it back like J.F. Kennedy (hahaha)
Still crazy how we blew up rap and soon I ran outta luck (yeah)
Pop a lid out the gang, this shit was on me if I listen up (listen up)
Got killers in the pen', watch who you talk around, they stick you up (shh)
As soon as I feel uncomfortable, grab the carbon and let it bust (blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)
Amen Trey Day was in middle school with choppers big as us (on God)
The loudest niggas in the room gon' be the first to get hit up (blrrrd)
Know we put niggas in the blender, celebrate with double cup
Turn anaconda for them hunnids, ain't no niggas slime as us
Yeah, I was fucked up, down bad, they used to put me last (put me last)
I hang by the shooters, who gon' be the one to pass?
These lame-ass niggas actin' gangsta (blrrrd), fakin' like they finna crash
Got sixty thousand, all blues well-secured in this Louis bag