2turnt like f#ck this sh#t
Me and twin we high as sh#t
Bad hoes tryin f#ck and sh#t
Look at me like damn he rich
Dripped down in designer stitch
Money long no f#cking inch
High above like f#cking kent
Me and snow we f#cking yo hoe
Money coming we counting the rolls
Off the p blowin the o
I’m sippin on lean movin it slow
Aye chill that’s not my problem
Bad b#tch so yeah i lobbed em
Hellcat like damn i shot em
Hellcat like damn i lost em
Slide through with the k
Black mask on the face
Big body like a tank
Trying slide to my place
But 16 that’s a case
Red cuffs on my waist
He a crip, bust his lip blood now he bang
Iced out johnny dang
He need a cap, boy got a gun full of blanks
U (?) asf you brung the sh#t up
Hide all the drugs put it in the couch
I am a demon my shooter could vouch
She eat up the s#men i’m bussin her down
b#tch i am a king i need me a crown
Gone off the percs boy u better slow down
Taking the addys it’s helping my sound
I can not c#m cause that hoe been around
Kicking his back door down
I need the racks right now
I’m putting grams in the air
Smoking on gas it’s loud
You know i’m pulling on that b#tch hair
You know i’m breaking her down
When i go back to my city i got the most
Pack in the town
I was movin bad as a kid used to see my cousin play with rounds
I remember as a kid when i walked up in the stripper lounge
I remember as a kid when i found out i was good with sounds
I remember as a kid i was worth more money then my house
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