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Yeah, woah, slime, krime
Yeah, woah, yeah
I wish Kevlar cook the beat
Right back to that paper, I love that cash flow
Red mean stop, green mean go
Please don't slow me down with no child lock
Roll the window down, let the shit blow
Geeked up in this bitch, I might just crash out
Drill down on your gang, I knock yo manz out
Stay down inside my trap, ain't have no hand out
Still serving, they on the way, these niggas ran out
Chasing nothing but paper, you know I'm guap life
Say I'm antisocial, I fuck with gwop niggas
Chasing nothing but paper, they know I'm gwop life
Say I'm antisocial, I fuck with gwop niggas
20 racks in all blues, I flare that fan on em
Soon as I make a rack, I rubber band on em
Playing crazy, Sleezo ain't that man for it
Glocks and sticks, we got drums and dicks
It ain't no back and forth
Right back to that pape, I got that load in
Trap beaten too many bags, my shit rolling
I got some scammers striking pins, but they ain't bowling
They was stealing g rides for them killers, my youngins tied in
Spaghetti Junction, soon as he hit that ramp, I upped that pole em
Started running, thought dey got away, I jumped that curve on him
Fye fye fuck nigga here gon' die, he had some nerve on him
He had some nerve on him
He had some nerve on him
Geeked up in this bitch, I might just crash out
Drilled down on your gang, I knocked your manz out
Stayed down inside my trap, ain't had no hand out
Still serving, they on the way, these niggas ran out em hmm
Chasing nothing but paper, you know I'm gwop life
Say I'm antisocial, I fuck with gwop niggas
Chasing nothing but paper, they know I'm gwop life
Say I'm antisocial, I fuck with gwop niggas
Made so much money, I send myself checks
Motivate myself, I send myself text
I don't take it too kind, to you sending death threats
I'm strapped regardless, these pussies can't get me