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Yeah, my pockets be lit, they holdin' racks by the dozen
Yeah, K on the chop, you would've thought it was russian
Yeah, I'm 'round the B's, get to buzzin' Yeah, I do not got time for discussion
Yeah, you niggas ain't talkin' bout nothin' Yeah, just roll up a wood get to puffin
Diamonds shinin' brighter than DMZ Can't cuff whit, crackz' tryna envy me
Puffin' on wood this pure OG
Zoot will send you to the sky, that's not only
This is a private ass jet, this a fly-only Can't trust no snake, don't cry on me
If you get fucked up, don't sigh on me This a big ass drake, won't die on me
Yeah, I'm wearin' all black, can't clown on me, muzzle on the chop' no sound on me
Bitch, boy, don't ever talk down on me You'll get put in the sky or the ground on me
Exotic ass za, got a pound on me, King of this rap shit, crown on me
Bad scene hoe put the cuffs on me Got bangs in her hair and them shits on fleek
Za my brain, posted up in the crib with nobody else don't know what do
tryna demonstrate the magic I see
In the music can't sleep, so I guess I'ma hop in the stu'
NBN is the gang yeah them boys day 1,
Ain't nobody else matchin our caliber crew
My new scene hoe want somethin'
Baby, check my pockets, them shits all blue
Yeah, my pockets be lit, They holdin' racks by the dozen
Yeah, K on the chop' you would've thought it was russian
Yeah, I'm 'round the B's, get to buzzin'
Yeah, I do not got time for discussion
Yeah, you niggas ain't talkin' bout nothin'
Yeah, just roll up a wood get to the puffin'
My bad, bitch, want sum' in the store guarantee
We takin' that bitch off the shelf
You green niggas out yet, you still a slave
No, you not a boss, you a workshop elf
If 5-0, pull up on us
We gon' skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, till we run off 12
Yeah, watch your girl, she fond of us
She flirt, flirt, flirt 'till her hands in a belt
Walk around with these blues for a reason,
I see a bad hoe, she gon' twerk, twerk, twerk
Yeah, I'm constantly high with my head in the sky