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They lookin' on my IG story, they just tryna ride on my wave Any nigga think about robbin' me gon' get put in a grave I put them P's on a train, them bitches gone be here in three days So much dirty money, I swear that I been countin' for three days We on them ARP's with five-inch barrel, that Draco shit is played My bitch so sexy, damn I love her, she do no makeup with shades These niggas bitin', they can't help it, this shit spread just like the plague In that white 'Vette with the red guts, this shit look like candy canes Pull up and light your block up with that Blackout, then go home and laugh If you can't handle the street life, then you should've chose a different path I can talk to any plug, I guess I got the gift of gab I just want the neck, lil' mama, come and give me some giraffe In the yellow Lamborghini, this bitch not a taxi cab Big Money shoot that stick so good, them nigga gon' send me in the draft I done purchased so many handguns, me and FN should collab I'm with ten hoes in Matsuhisa, pickin' up the tab Oh, you broke? You need to cop some reefer and dump a couple bags After I shoot, I toss that blick like Trevor Lawrence with the Jazz I'm too up, these niggas mad, I'm in Saks Fifth, poppin' tags My girl been loyal, so I told her, "Whatever you want, bae, you can have" Damn, she always in the gym, damn, I'm always drainin' Squares Had to drive that pack myself 'cause niggas started actin' scared I got 'shrooms, I got flower, pull up on my play prepared While lil' mama top me off, I'm rubbin' on her baby hairs I done bought so much LV, the company need to give me shares SongtexteShe ain't ever gone find another nigga like me, I'm too rare I got muscles, I keep liftin' all these pounds, my shoulders sore All my growers love me to death, you know we got a good rapport, let's go They lookin' on my IG story, they just tryna ride on my wave Any nigga think about robbin' me gon' get put in a grave I put them P's on a train, them bitches gone be here in three days So much dirty money, I swear that I been countin' for three days We on them ARP's with five-inch barrel, that Draco shit is played My bitch so sexy, damn I love her, she do no makeup with shades These niggas bitin', they can't help it, this shit spread just like the plague In that white 'Vette with the red guts, this shit look like candy canes Pull up and light your block up with that Blackout, then go home and laugh If you can't handle the street life, then you should've chose a different path I can talk to any plug, I guess I got the gift of gab I just want the neck, lil' mama, come and give me some giraffe Aus Songtexte Mania