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Late nights, mobbin
Posted, what's poppin?
I got, options
You can't, stop it
Late nights, mobbin
Posted, what's poppin?
I got, options
You can't, stop it
Posted up got tequila in my cup
Eyes on me you should really come with us
Don't act tough it's ok to say wassup
Thousand dollar jeans show the seams on the cuff
I like the way the gold really shows when I pose
I be on my toes I'm too cold for you hoes
Stacking more O's on the road that's the goal
I been here before so I know how it go
Moving through the streets put fifty on three
Everything I keep I got plenty on me
And I mean what I speak nothing cheap on the feet
Niggas finna see how steep for the fee
Put me in the game spent some change on the frames
Swerving lane to lane gotta make it through the rain
Gray wood grain got the tinted window panes
You should be ashamed you to worried bout the fame
I be cruising through the
Late nights, mobbin
Posted, what's poppin?
I got, options
You can't, stop it
Late nights, mobbin
Posted, what's poppin?
I got, options
You can't, stop it