They ain’t let me in the club, so i’m parking lot pimpin
I ain’t fighting Jay Z, but i’m bussin off a jigga
Mr steal yo b#tch, but my name is not trigga
These ain’t hollows in my clip that got the car flipping
On a mission, out that jam in a fast car
Doin the dash in this motherf#ckin nascar
All that f#ckin talkin, n#gg# what the f#ck was that?
Put it in my garage, that’ll leave a hellcat
Even when i’m in the bank, I see dead people
He don’t really f#ck with you if he tax his own people
I’m only hanging with n#gg#s that’s gone kill with me
I’m feeling like Im Charlamagne, cause n#gg#s gone be Envy
In a cadillac, no I can not lack
I felt like Fab, told her throw it in a bag
Pink fur, no Killa Cam
Peanut butter inside, can’t get caught up in no jam
Heard you told and Im likе damn
Clutchin on my 30, n#gg#s really ain’t my mans
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