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Yeah, you already know man
It's your boy, TJ
Ain't doing a verse on my shit, I already killed it
Let these legends holla at ya, TIP
(Yeah, I'm talking true A-town trap shit, ya understand that?)
(It the motherfuckin' king homeboy, hey Trinidad, dig this homes)
Big bank, all I do is get bank
Niggas hating on me but they bitch ain't
So conceited, I don't think my shit stank
400,000 dollars on a Mulsanne
Come and kick it with a west side nigga
Think I ain't about that action, wanna bet my nigga?
All day thumbing through the check my nigga
Boy you broke, you can't even be a threat my nigga
When you're talking to me say it with your chest little nigga
I pull up on your set and make a mess little nigga
Okay, I got a kilo of gold 36 O's
Wrapped around the neck of a dope boy
Gold yacht, Master Presi' diamond in those
And just paid cash for a Rolls Royce
A true trap nigga, I done sold everything
Trouble Man, Hustle Gang, all gold everything
I said Trouble Man, Hustle Gang, all gold everything
Bought a gold bottle now we on the Dom
Big faced Rollie take up half my arm
Porsche 911 with the Gabby top
All gold scale, that's my magic box
Got the soft, my nigga
Give me thirty minutes, I'll be right witcha
Got the hard, my nigga
Let me whip this here I'll get it right to ya
Goddamn, I'm turnt up
I think the knob is broke and I don't give a fuck
Goddamn, I fucked up
The streets dry as hell, this work hot as fuck
You want white for a deuce, take it easy man
Shit I paid less for a pair of Yeezy's man
All I wanna know if I'ma bounce with her
Bitch talk me to death like I'm a counsellor
She popped a Molly I'm guessing (woo)
But if she throwing the pussy I'm catching (woo)
.223 with a silencer
He wanna rock that shit with the flyest fur
All gold like Montana (Tony)