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Come on, yeah, come on, yeah Triple-X, yeah, Triple-X You don't wanna fly with me, I'm too fly to be in the city Got a drop top, ain't no Barbie, but I'm ballin' like I'm Kenny Nigga pinchin' for some pennies, I just get it then I spend it Boy them stolos, we ain't rent it, I got Polo and some Dickie And I'm praised just like Ricky, niggas know I came to stack Plottin' like I came to kick it, girl all on my fuckin' head Nah I ain't got no sense, free my lil' whoadie Ted Oh we finna jump the fence, GTA lifestyle Bangin' Triple-X, yeah I'm foul, ain't no ref In denial 'cause I'm the best, ain't no trial, I want a death YNC'll get 'em whacked, you ain't bangin' for your set Tryna beef without no bread, for some fame on Instagram, yeah I'm a skinny nigga but I got my weight up Nigga you ain't wake up, go and get your cake up You ain't got no data, what you rappin' made up Rather take off with that bag before I'm ever famous Young nigga came from ridin', yeah I used to keep the dust Now I came for the cash, I don't trust, I just bust Yeah I came for his ass, where he at? Please don't run Ah, he ain't like a bag, came to school with my funds Bitch I'm booted up, and nigga I ain't talkin' Timbs SongtexteTrue story like 2Pac, ballin' above the rim, uh Pool full of money, guess I'm goin' for a swim See all my niggas ballin' like we was raised in the gym Hoes bein' shocked when they see me like, "Yeah, it's him," uh Deep off in that water, I done turned into a brim He tryin' to keep up with me, he better off chasin' Kim My face real gator like Tebow so call me Tim, uh Youngest out the camp just to blow and niggas hate it Even niggas who I thought played the team, they got traded So fuck it, that's when shit got cut, I'm talkin' bladed 'Fore I let you try to take what I got, I strip you naked, uh These rappers out here duckin' from me, like it's The Matrix, uh Straw gon' keep the Glock and Lil Nip clutch his three-eighty, uh 'Member we had winter talk in that Mercedes He locked down doin' time, I'm like free Lil Tracy, yeah I'm a skinny nigga but I got my weight up Nigga you ain't wake up, go and get your cake up You ain't got no data, what you rappin' made up Rather take off with that bag before I'm ever famous Young nigga came from ridin', yeah I used to keep the dust Now I came for the cash, I don't trust, I just bust Yeah I came for his ass, where he at? Please don't run Ah, he ain't like a bag, came to school with my funds Aus Songtexte Mania