Never been a brim or loc they know I’m banging e b k
Told him I’m over the beef but I still shot him in the face
We got sticks on top of sticks like beaver dams made outa things
We got bricks on top of bricks this money game ain’t never change
I seen enemies beefing get religious over things
We send that p#ss# straight to heaven I told god he’s on way
Make him sing Audrey graham when I pull up I got the drake
Tried to rob me in my hood I left him sleeping in the lake
We don’t a f#ck you boy I came up off finеsse
Got this sh#t fresh out the box and scratch thе numbers for we left
That lil b#tch ain’t got no morals she learns that from her momma
Might see me pull up in a cat I never pull up in Honda
I never trick out on a b#tch but I tip toe in my Prada
Trade this pack I got from cali for some balenciagas
Got the pistol in my pocket clip was out my joggers
And your girlfriend probably cuz her head was in my boxers
I’m a trendsetter
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Big old stepper
I like the colors on the demon but the red eye better
I move 100 through the curt that was light like a feather
I bet I take em on the chase before the day that I let ‘em
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