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You know what I'm sayin', you know the truth (man, is that Yori?)
(Smoov, what's good, baby?)
I'll be what the lick read
Carrots on my wrist, no, they didn't come from Tiffany
Elmer Fudd tryna get this buzz, we throwing clips at him
Hit stick, made him kick flip, time to blitz, Madden
Left silver satin all on his swap meet fabric
$350,000 in the duffle, do a back flip
That's Drakeo with a Draco, bet you this'll bring traction
Gallery Department rocking cold devil, this fashion
That's an awful lot of cough syrup in my hands
Silly opp, made him wrestle shots like he Vince McMahon
He's no longer, what that mean? He's simply dead
Must be off shrooms, so I left him trippy red
Kill Bill, real deal, they gon' do what Simon tell 'em
Rolls Royce Dawn parked and it came with umbrellas
It don't rain in California, but I bet you we could sell 'em
I'm the truth, you can go ask the niggas I was in jail with
My car came with umbrellas in it, nigga
The police said I hang with all felons in my pictures
Flu flam a opp if he staring at my jewelry
Deebo of the block, niggas saying I'm a bully
My car came with umbrellas in it, nigga
The police said I hang with all felons in my pictures
Flu flam a opp if he staring at my jewelry
Deebo of the block, niggas saying I'm a bully
Shit, nigga
My car came with umbrellas in it nigga, nigga
The police said I hang with all felons in my pictures
For real
Monday Night Raw, he can wrestle these extensions, shit
Flu flam a opp if he staring at my jewelry
Flu flam a opp, two hammers out, Toucan
Sam make these hammers blam blam, I'm a loose cannon
Hit stick, made his wig split, made him do backflips
Is that the spark from the K or my jewels dancing?
The county jail I be wild as hell, I'on do rapping
How he got did, its gon' be hard to find his shoes after
I drink lean, pop pills, I ain't these new rappers
The OGs mad, cause I ain't let em' wipe my shoes after