It’s it, man
Different Breed the mixtape, man
I know y’all been waiting on this sh#t but I got to it
Youngest n#gg# with a roll
Ha, yep
Turn around, turn around like a roundabout
f#ck you, b#tch, where was you when I was down and out?
Yo b#tch on the phone with you while I’m pounding out
After I hit, she on the side like she grinding out
Now let me show you what them thousands ’bout
Upping rolls on the ‘Gram, you can count it out
I used to be broke but then a n#gg# found it out
These Margielas, baby girl, just try and sound it out
Good strips on me, she asked did I hit the Powerball
Nah, I just hit the road and came back with a twenty ball
Paid three for the shirt, that’s a ‘Gelo Ball
Two sticks on my hip like I’m Darth Maul
Hop in the whip and hit the road in a Nike fit
I got them pieces on me f#cking up I-96
Dumb ho call me broke? I’ll thrust on that grimy b#tch
Scammed a lady out her house rent, on some slimy sh#t
Y’all ain’t pass state troops, with that sh#t on you
Turn around on the road so they won’t get on you
Y’all ain’t never gave a b#tch your all and had her quit on you
Talking crazy so when I see you, I’m gon’ spit on you
Y’all ain’t pass state troops, with that sh#t on you
Turn around on the road so they won’t get on you
Y’all ain’t never gave a b#tch your all and had her quit on you
Talking crazy so when I see you, I’m gon’ spit on you
Ayy, bro, we gotta score like it’s fourth and go
And if you get in the way, just know I got a pole
Seen a lot of sh#t in my life that done hurt my soul
But you never know, I stay smiling with a onion roll
Got a white boy with that sh#t down in Britain
Do I look like Floyd? We got chops, we ain’t f#cking fighting
I’m locked in, open them notes and I’m f#cking writing
Good screws in my ears, they dancing in the lighting
Swipe this, scam that, I love them f#cking Pros
Boy took one to the chest like he Derrick Rose
Gift cards, gift cards, I got a lot of those
You not getting money with them Roshes on yo f#cking toes
Eleven bands in these pockets, that’s that Klay Thompson
Give the plug ten, I got twelve left like I’m John Stockton
Good rocket in my pocket, pull it back and I’ma c#ck it
And if he got beef with me, we can never drop it
Y’all ain’t pass state troops, with that sh#t on you
Turn around on the road so they won’t get on you
Y’all ain’t never gave a b#tch your all and had her quit on you
Talking crazy so when I see you, I’m gon’ spit on you
Y’all ain’t pass state troops, with that sh#t on you
Turn around on the road so they won’t get on you
Y’all ain’t never gave a b#tch your all and had her quit on you
Talking crazy so when I see you, I’m gon’ spit on you, gang
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