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She tryna count the rings on it (The Elements) Rings on it, I got [?] on it Hunnids, ah, yeah Big body, had a Q8 truck She tryna count the rings on it Got a bitch from Tahiti eating me for lunch This the life, wonder why the kids want it 5'11, but do it big, don't it? Couple thousand, we takin' weed on it We gon run up the mileage, higher than the pilot Got a stick on the passenger, one on the driver Walk through the hood and they dead on arrival Hotter than a desert, can't depend on nobody I've been livin' fast, my city like survival If it ain't in the stash, it's under spare tire Boy, I tеll ya Fuck a stylist, mix and match my designer, I tell ya And fuck thе pressure, I ain't even applyin', nigga Forget your alliance nigga, I'm a lone soldier and I'm ridin' Gotta keep a sticky on me like a old folk 'Cause I heard it's only young niggas dyin' And I keep the trenches wit' me like a poster And there ain't no changin' me if I wasn't tryin' SongtexteSee, Balenciaga my motherfuckin' diet And I don't trust nobody except for the pilot So I never panic, yeah 'Cause I could just buy a nigga if it's static 'Cause I keep these rackades on me, automatic, nigga And I'ma spend hunnids up on 'em up on the Pateks ('Teks) I tell ya Big body, had a Q8 truck She tryna count the rings on it Got a bitch from Tahiti eating me for lunch This the life, wonder why the kids want it 5'11, but do it big, don't it? Couple thousand, we takin' weed on it We gon run up the mileage, higher than the pilot Got a stick on the passenger, one on the driver Walk through the hood and they dead on arrival Hotter than a desert, can't depend on nobody I've been livin' fast, my city like survival If it ain't in the stash, it's under spare tire Boy, I tell ya Fuck a stylist, mix and match my designer, I tell ya And fuck the pressure, I ain't even applyin', nigga 5'11, but do it big, don't it Couple thousand, we takin' weed on it Stick on the passenger, one on the driver Aus Songtexte Mania