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I know you love sugar, but I check my pockets
I don't have no donuts
I don't have no cheeseburger
I know you love sugar, but I ain't got none
The fast money, slow life, you ain't living no dream
You talk about milkin profits, you ain't getting no cream
I got the brand new Toyota, can't fit in your dreams
Your baby mama number, but it ain't what it seems
The coke money huge, can't fold in the jeans
I know I'm gonna be that nigga Pouring the lean
The sales tax on that, I could sell you a dream
The sales tax on straps, I could get illegally
I'm talking straight foreign ones, ready to kill loaded guns
You best believe I'm one of the ones, holding one
They try to pat me down, pause, you can't check my nuts
Cause I keep it tucked, if it's like that, I leave the club
The heater's shrunk within my coat, I look like Future Trunks
You know what's up, I'm ready to get buck, nigga
You the type of dry snitch on your fam to a cluck, nigga
My lil' nigga with the burna straight snuff, niggas
It'd be different if you kept your mouth shut, nigga
Niggas snitched on his fam for a quarter pound with cheese
Put the sticks to his man hold the grips with ease
I think everybody know where the snitching leads
Turn on time on these niggas like Christopher Reeves
Christopher Reeves, nigga
Feels like - it feels like - you got somewhere else to be
Old Mr. Slave, nigga, oh, you still watching me
Clocking what I made, nigga, just know I'm paid, nigga
Schooling niggas on dope, it was grade A, nigga
They aunties with the fiends, yeah, they paved the way with us
I won't say what they got, they can say it as they finish
I get straight with the guap, then I skate on they chicken
I'm an all-flats guy, unless we talking bout thots
I'm an all-back guy, if I see it from a distance, I want all backside
Take a trip for the X, then I'm all back right
What I spent on the pack made it all that night
I'm like Spirit Airlines, I get all y'all high