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YAE
What you on?
Swerving lane to lane, where you at?
I'm on my way to go and scoop a sicker chain
You busy but ain't made no change
Niggas always in the way
The value of a good chick worth gold, I seen it in her face
Kept my own composure, play the corners
Niggas acting strange
Bench press a 40 pack of folders in my Carty frames
You playin' games, we know you lame
Niggas really soda holdus
Fake news, fake jewels
The family pissed to know y'all cousin
I been fresh to death just postin' pics
It got my gram buzzin
Saki with the salmon, rockin' water
I'm a socket pumper
If I ain't makin' weight, I'm losin' weight
I got the baggie on me
Kept, kept a hundred grams
If niggas cold, I got the hottest phones
Kept, kept my pressure goin'
Cuban link same size forever rollin'
If I ain't understand the grind
The type of shit be on my mind
Had me sittin' face in time
Slidin' shinin', bitches fuckin' same niggas
The only difference here's the diamonds
Sorting through our old message, she see me, now she tryna find me
Get you that shit on consignment, racing till they come and sign me
Little do they know all day gon' help me on, promote the bows
My youngin break him down, he on his gram, now I'm promoting zones
And I ain't running red lights, I'm filthy with a minute phone
I'm probably pushing P up in the straight, my nigga dog em' though
Used to be in class tracing, re-up, then I'm quota chasing
They was out of line and I remember faces
I'm Louis V on Tuesday, baby, pressure Baccarat
What's your position, is you working? Are you part of a team?
If I ain't understand the grind, this shit wasn't part of my scheme
I'm at the cheapest lot, tryna lowball the seller
I'm in the bay for green, they think I'm Farve with the teller
Yeah