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My chopper could be in a band, I’m lovin’ the way that it sings
Dodgin’ the coppers while swervin’ the Lam like Sacramento, I’ma King
Ice on my wrist and it’s pateks, all of these b#tches are addicts
Atop of this sh#t like an attic, got all of this money just add it
My chopper could be in a band, I’m lovin’ the way that it sings
Dodgin’ the coppers while swervin’ the Lam like Sacramento, I’ma King
Ice on my wrist and it’s pateks, all of these b#tches are addicts
Atop of this sh#t like an attic, got all of this money just add it
Gucci’s and Prada’s and Choos
I promise my hype is real just like the Jеws, I move like 2, 3
Momma made mе G.O.A.T
Now n#gg#s hate me ’cause I’m all blacked out in a new Mercedes
With a bad, bad b#tch and a yellow AP, know I’ma steel her, call me AB
Number one, Tracy McGrady, carry my team like I’m Tom Brady
Roster slim, makin’ cuts, they was actin’ shady
I’m in the limelight, now you quiet, mime like
Wrist froze, feelin’ like a Klondike, I’m comin’ and it’s on sight
My chopper could be in a band, I’m lovin’ the way that it sings
Dodgin’ the coppers while swervin’ the Lam like Sacramento, I’ma King
Ice on my wrist and it’s pateks, all of these b#tches are addicts
Atop of this sh#t like an attic, got all of this money just add it
My chopper could be in a band, I’m lovin’ the way that it sings
Dodgin’ the coppers while swervin’ the Lam like Sacramento, I’ma King
Ice on my wrist and it’s pateks, all of these b#tches are addicts, (Yeah)
Atop of this sh#t like an attic, got all of this money just add it
I’m not gonna spare, lyrics like bullets so I’m gonna tare
I would not dare go against me, you need a chair, pull up a seat, I do it with flair
I’m bringin’ the heat and I’m seeing her stare
You know she gon’ cheat, you say it’s not fair
But I promise she leavin’ with me, I promise she leavin’ with me
I bloody his face, I pick up the pace, you runnin’ but this not a race
I’m beatin’ the case, you switching lanes but stay in your place
Took your girl ’cause she wanted a taste
We smokin’ weed by the pound, I’m the king, I’m needin’ my crown
My money tall like trees in the ground
Opps run when they hearin’ this sound
My chopper could be in a band, I’m lovin’ the way that it sings
Dodgin’ the coppers while swervin’ the Lam like Sacramento, I’ma King
Ice on my wrist and it’s pateks, all of these b#tches are addicts
Atop of this sh#t like an attic, got all of this money just add it
My chopper could be in a band, I’m lovin’ the way that it sings
Dodgin’ the coppers while swervin’ the Lam like Sacramento, I’ma King
Ice on my wrist and it’s pateks, all of these b#tches are addicts
Atop of this sh#t like an attic, got all of this money just add it
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