Baik, roll that gas up, n#gg#
Yo, Baik (Ah), roll that gas up, n#gg#
When I call my dawgs, I know we keep fans close
Nevermind the Fetti, know we keep the plan low
We always on ready, I just tell my clan “Go”
I ain’t run no college, no campus, I ran stone
Either way the money is my fetish, uh-huh
Vegan with the green, I love the lettuce, uh-huh
I got in my bag and you got jealous, uh-huh
I cannot slow down, I’m drivin’ reckless, uh-huh
This pipe on me
She wanna fight, yee, yee
And I look clean
And I look so swole
Shit, it’s like, yee, yee
Got the chops on me
Got the chops on role
She made my heart to stone, I can’t give no lil’ b#tch a chance, huh
I’m in Dior straight from Paris, flew that b#tch to France, huh
Almost got epilepsy lookin’ at them diamonds dance, huh
What is a bank account? I got them racks stuffed in my pants, huh, ayy
Codeine with the sprite, uh, make sure that it’s sealed
She love me on sight, it’s because I’m real
And we on go
And we on E
Take it easy
Take it slow
Girl wanna take my pole, ayy
Fre-e-eak, [?]
Too much diamonds, I can’t see-e-e
f#ck your bi-i-itch, walk with a pipe on me
This pipe on me
She wanna fight, yee, yee
And I look clean
And I look so swole
Shit, it’s like, yee, yee
Got the chops on me
Got the chops on role
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