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Yeah, trap executives in this bitch
He might have changed his name to Bayli$$ but he still seeing Guap tho
Uh, yeah
We straight from the motherfuckin' Ville with this shit, baby
Yeah, you heard
Look
call him Dora, I'll put him on the map
Hit up Rel, he gon' swipe your bitch and hit her from the back
Ea$e got me trained for this, so I be killin' on the track
Real life, money glitch, pockets lookin' like a hack
Pockets look like Dave Blunt's, they be bigger than a bitch
And if Bayli$$ miss a shot, I'ma bang on the assist
Everything I drop is heat, like LeBron wearin' six
Bitch, it's Polo Ralph Lauren, got it on to the kicks
Yeah, we be lookin' for the bricks
Makin plays for the sack in my pocket off the blitz
Bitch, I keep a rocket on my hip
You ain't gettin' any paper, you be doin' the whole script
Huh, soon as the pack touchdown, we get a extra point
You get smoked like a Mild to the plastic piece
Name, hold weight, motherfucker, I don't have to speak
Your life like a book, then it's bout to end drastically
Huh, I hit a dab and fog the room up
You ain't catching me up in that whip, you need a tune up
Livin' with your mama, boy, you need to clean that room up
Airin' out the party like I'm tryna fill balloons up
Back to back, we strapped, ridin' dirty on that road again
Even ring cameras can't capture what this motion is
State to state with packages, been goin' postal, bitch
Created my own wave like I don't know what coastal is
He bragging he the plug, he just connected to the breaker box
Pussy come for free, why the fuck you always payin' thots
Your wrist turnin' green, yeah, I think you need to change the watch
I hit you with the beam, I ain't even gotta aim the Glock
This the type of shit that make you feel like you ain't done enough
This the type of shit that make you feel like you can't fuck with us
This the type of shit that make you realize you a runner-up
Huh, T-E, bitch, you know we one-of-one