Yo, uh, yeah, yeah, yo, uh
F*ck that, hop out the whip
You f*ckin' with a star, lil' bitch
God bless the trap, pop a perc, I think I feel this shit
Yo, posted outside the swamp, we got different flavors, come get a zip
Yo, 762's, are his back like off the rip
Glock 19, same color as my Balenci kicks, uh, yeah
Glock19, hop out the car, tryna blitz some shit, uh, yeah, yeah
It's a flame on top of this bitch, uh, yeah
This a hot ride, we got Cain inside this bitch, uh, uh
Slide the AMG, it got bloodstains in the whip, uh
Pop ah Percocet, I got codeine on my lip, yeah, yeah
I'ma f*ck around, go and chill inside the brick, uh
If I had my gun, I would've played pistol tag with that bitch, uh
This a rags to richest story, I got p's inside the whip
I'ma get high with every sip, this a track hawk watch it flip, yeah, yeah
Nigga, what's inside your, uh, yeah
Nigga, what's inside your backpack? Talkin' about bows and hella bricks, uh
35s, hella zips, talkin' to dead presidents and shit, uh
I ain't get to meet my sister, I'm sippin' on Activis, yeah, yeah
14 carats inside my mouth, my smile be bright as shit, yeah, yeah
Think I'm talkin' to God, I don't know, I'm high as shit, yeah, yeah
ARP, f*ck, nah, It ain't came with no coolin' kit, yeah, yeah
AMG, seats red, you think a nigga booln', bitch
AMG, seats red, you think a nigga booln', bitch
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