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Turn they back on me, I ain’t even trip yea We gone keep grinding like the fucking clips Niggas yelling out they real, then be fake as shit How you look me in my eyes and you telling lies Let a bad bitch drive while I rub her thighs We keep pulling up with sticks like we going blind We then mmm niggas punching in on the goal line I just spilt my whole cup fucking up my high Weak bitches at the stu fucking up my vibe How I feel about my niggas words can’t describe We be deep up in them trenches trying to stay alive Yea once you cross that line, ain’t no coming back I might fuck that bitch once bet not get attached Dior on my feet Gucci on my back Like a bad ass kid shit don’t even match Whoa This that vibe, don’t kill it Take that bitch to breakfast in my hood she gotta feel it I was one hundred with all them niggas When they was kidding Sippin drank like wheezy In the coupe no ceilings Pocket got a cashball in it We been shopping where the white folks at Trying to fit in SongtexteI’ll do Gucci with the Dior I ain’t even tripping like that See I been sleeping through the day Working night shift Wish little bro could post the bail but he flight risk They play my music videos in indictments Fendi socks finna pull up on my overnight bitch I love the Rollins and I love Pooh cause that’s who made me Talking bout my daughter when I put Gucci on my baby Make her Wake up in the morning thinking bout me daily And in my city niggas shooting Ain’t no fading, just let it bang him yea Me and all my niggas on We got ranking Talking bout it’s up We gone leave him planking Big drake, but I let it spit like Dave East Big chop singing like JoJo and K-Ci My bitch go to college Look like Raven Tracy One fifty with the roof down like fuck a AC I ain’t hate them niggas shorty Niggas hating me Real nigga hard to face me 'Cause them niggas ain’t me Ah This that vibe, don’t kill it They done did it perfect in my hood She got it fitted I went one hundred with all them niggas When they was killing Shit was dreds like wheezy In the coop no sleep yea Like it got a cab all in it In the suburbs where the white folks at Trying to fit in I do Gucci with the Dior I ain’t even tripping about that Mixing Gucci with Dior I don’t trip none Ming Prada with the Louis this shit getting fun Nigga walking through the mall I couldn’t get none Now I’m finna be my momma first rich son This that breakfast in the hood come get some Take a boogie Bitch to town tell her get some Dice game on the porch bet I hit some Buss clan just scored yea we really up Half a pound in the club yea that’s really us They just said ain’t no smoking, we just lit it up When I shop if I like it, I just pick it up Double S with Da Vinci I don’t give a fuck Double R coming in behind a Bentley truck Lot of grams in my wood ain’t no skinny blunts Lot of blues in my pocket I got plenty bucks Want to hang with the clan get your Benjies up With another nigga bitch finna live it up Eating waffles in a foreign roll the window up Spilling syrup on my pants in a Bentley truck Niggas hating niggas plotting we don’t give a fuck Walking in the club, we don’t need no IDs Black bitch high as fuck, she look Chinese Drink a 5th to myself, yea don’t mind me Race it to a 40 piece nigga time me Aus Songtexte Mania