I say, y’all n**gas broke
Caught my case sellin’ dope
We got K’s with the scopes
I throw treys for the folks
Range or a ghost
This champagne, have a toast
Got whole things for the low
B**ch, we bang and we boast. 2x

I say rich n**ga s**t, b**ch
This gun make me limp
Better duck, better dip
On my son, you a b**ch
Thumb through this s**t
Got my tongue on your b**ch
On my lungs, this bag sit
This a long ass MAC clip

F**k this rap s**t
All my boys, they clap s**t
Vacuum seal, I wrap bricks
Off the pack, so I lisp
King of the 6, 33 on my wrist
32 in my Glick
Shoot your boo in his s**t

Tool, it got kick
I got drank, grab a kit
But don’t snooze on a hit
Cut the work up like grits
Thoinks smells like pits
I got packs, not no risk
Got pans by my hips
Better show me them tits, baby

Y’all n**gas broke
Caught my case sellin’ dope
We got K’s with the scopes
I throw treys for the folks
Range or a ghost
This champagne, have a toast
Got whole things for the low
B**ch, we bang and we boast. 2x

I say riding in the Jag
Got these broke n**gas mad
All my old b**ches sad
They my sons, call me dad
Your b**ch a strag
Hit the store, pop a tag
All these rolls make me sag
You should go get a bag

Yacht or a boat
Caught my case sellin’ dope
Cause I play with the coke
I rock white, like the Pope
Thoink make me choke
Got a P, wanna smoke
Your career on the slopes
That’s your man, he a joke

Big s**t talker, fear of God, Gucci walker
Four-Five, Glizzy spark up
Ballin’ like Kemba Walker
Your h*e a stalker
Pockets fat, Nikki Parker
We sell books, like a author
Kickin’ s**t, I play soccer…

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