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Trauma Tone Hackin' this shit, extendin' that info One percent tint on my window Inside the coupe blowin' on indo Got cheap prices on real good out-do Always at the studio, I should get out mo' Always in trouble, I should get out mo' These niggas tickle me, just like Elmo Feelin' like The Rock servin' people elbow Dark web money free like a free throw She done popped Perc, now she in keyed-mode Gran Coupe Bimmer, push the shit Sport mode I'ma send a bale, dirt through zip codes Look at me, can't handle these bit loads I ain't talkin' Dell when I'm speakin' on Frisco Futuristic, I call the shit gizmo Bought it from a German, I got it in crypto Hackin' this shit, lookin' out the window Burn off the showroom, west coast bimbo I was broke as hell, I was in limbo I just wanna slice, more bread like Kimbo I'ma park a big rig at my house Then call the game, we'll empty it out When I was down ain't nobody helped out Niggas all crossed so a nigga held out Songtexte If I go behind the walls, I'ma get bailed out Me and Shawn caught, we'll come same route Every time the game come shit sell out Turn your music down when you pull in my yard I'll push a nigga that's out on guard Most of these niggas out here be fraud Tripods and flash you'll jump like a grashopper Pull up in a Range, the Velar, that's karma Out their house with their baes and they hatin' VPN on so the boys can't check in Trainin' my son by the laptop to practice Breakin' them codes, my young nerds crack 'em Shooter inside come, may need bail Got them shoes, you're broke and upscale Big mama just pulled up to the chair She gon' make sure a nigga make it, get bail I just made 50K from a gateway On cyberspace from a encrypted site Now I'm lovin' the internet life Clay Fendi wallet contain my swipe Swipe that through quick the other night Did two hours, let you swipe for a flight Hackin' this shit, extendin' that info One percent tint on my window Inside the coupe blowin' on indo Got cheap prices on real good out-do Always at the studio, I should get out mo' Always in trouble, I should get out mo' These niggas tickle me, just like Elmo Feelin' like The Rock servin' people elbow Dark web money free like a free throw She done popped Perc, now she in keyed-mode Gran Coupe Bimmer, push the shit Sport mode I'ma send a bale, dirt through zip codes Look at me, can't handle these bit loads I ain't talkin' Dell when I'm speakin' on Frisco Futuristic, I call the shit gizmo Bought it from a German, I got it in crypto Hackin' this shit, lookin' out the window Burn off the showroom, west coast bimbo I was broke as hell, I was in limbo I just wanna slice, more bread like Kimbo I'ma park a big rig at my house Then call the game, we'll empty it out When I was down ain't nobody helped out Niggas all crossed so a nigga held out Aus Songtexte Mania