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Crash Dummy, Going retarded, Spending cash money
Aye, she wanna fuck in the pent
I'm back, on top of my shit
Whole lotta racks, you know what it is
Nacho thot, I got the bitch
Can't find wok, so I got the tris
I'm still on the block, yeah, cause it only makes sense
New Patek Philippe, mm-hmm, okay, cuddle on my wrist
In the back of the Maybach, smokin' on propane, I'm gettin' high as shit
My nigga rolled up five opps out of the loose leaf, now they don't exist
I feel like Tony, not like Sosa nigga, I built this shit
They say Woes are better for ya, I'm the vamp in California
Face a couple packs of Doja, switch in hand just like a controller
New Gucci socks, I got a little older
Put a stripper bitch in 2020 Rover
I'm gettin' racks, can't fold em, I need my neck a little colder
Aye I need my neck a little icy
I don't like light-skinned hoes but my next bitch gotta be spicy
I'm takin' these drugs a cope, I don't give a fuck about who like me
I'm ridin' with a pound of dope, fasho, aye, more than likely
I been back on the road since seven, I'm back on the road, you can't catch me
In the Rari, slidin' with choppers, I feel like Mike Lowry
Put that on your mama that you got all these stripes in the streets
2020, it was just me and Drama, and now we got the team
Twenty pointers on this bitch, this bitch gon' bite the ring
Go ahead, pop all them pills you want, you'll never get high like me
Hop in the Wraith and I go ghost, you ain't never gotta lie to me
She got so much ass, I'm just tryna see
We got so many bags, it's like we growin' weed
I'm always on first class, it ain't never been boring to me
She wanna fuck in the pent
I'm back, on top of my shit
Whole lotta racks, you know what it is
Nacho thot, I got the bitch
Can't find wok, so I got the tris
I'm still on the block, yeah, cause it only makes sense
New Patek Philippe, mm-hmm, okay, cuddle on my wrist
In the back of the Maybach, smokin' on propane, I'm gettin' high as shit