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Run the game in some reeboks and a crop top on a whole lotta non-sense
On a whole lotta non-sense
Run the game in some reeboks and a crop top on a whole lotta non-sense
On a whole lotta non-sense
Whipping through the woods in an all black pontiac
Sippin rolling woods hit my line where the party at
Shorty want my heart give it a rest (arrest) like Cardiac
Dum, dum, dum
Never take a break
All gas no brakes
'Til the wheels pop off and the whole car break
Pedal to the metal then I grip the E-Brake
Imma slide on it
Cam made the beat now they all die on it
If I'm on your track they don't know you're on it
You said play your shit at least you were honest
If i kill the beat it come back haunted
She wanna fuck when I rap on it
Shawty give me dome like flat Earth
Before I slide it in I slap her ass first
And before you even ask you can't have a verse
Only talking tough in the metaverse
I be with the real killers, drug dealers, gorillas
With no feelings
Cold Villain's
A couple of them still in
Still ten on the shelf if I sin
Couldn't be selfish again
Got a whole team who depends
On the loses and wins
The profits and dividends
So count it it's coming in
Plus the bars bend
Magneto
X these men if they tryna be the hero
Marvel at the flow
Reeboks for the low
Crop tops and some golds
Whole team on go
Like we all playing Monopoly
Tripling investments and buying up the properties
Always asking questions to sharpen up the philosophy
Young Socrates
I'm it need to stop and freeze
Need a big check and a whole team on salary
Came a long way from minimum wage and hourly
Run the game in some reeboks and a crop top on a whole lotta non-sense
On a whole lotta non-sense