Yeah (Damn, let’s go)
Damn
Damn, damn (What)
What, what
Run up, get popped like a zit
Put that sh#t in a headlock just like a clench
I’ll make her bed rock just like the Flintstones (Flintstones, let’s go)
I don’t {?}, n#gg# still broke
I be thumbing so fast, make you {?} (What? Damn)
Better get you a {mat?}, when you freeze, you gon {?} (What? Damn, what, sh#t)
n#gg#s don’t know where they going (Stupid)
They look at me, I be floating (Damn)
They said I got it in motion (For real)
I see these n#gg#s on ho sh#t (Damn)
Can’t approach me with none of that, “Bro” sh#t (What, no, no)
And you thought it was me, I’m like, “No shit” (Stupid)
He on that snake sh#t, we expose him (Fah, fah, fah)
Up the stick, n#gg# froze like he posing
Had the gang at your door, n#gg#s left you a notice
{?}, choppa hit him like we bowlin’ (Ha)
Brodie mad ’cause he know I’m superior
I’m not a yes man, n#gg#s better hear me out
Gettin’ hella cheese like a dairy house (Yeah)
This ain’t no Levi, I’m in Amiri now
And this Christian Dior
I get money but I want some more (Damn)
Roll up the chop, that’ll send you to lord
n#gg#s hatin’ on me, I ain’t met ’em before (sh#t)
You ain’t nice, you get sent to the store (Stupid)
I blow a lot of money when I’m bored
You ain’t never stepped foot off the porch (Nope, nope)
n#gg#s never stepped foot on the court (Pew, pew, pew)
Run up, get popped like a zit
Put that sh#t in a headlock just like a clench
I’ll make her bed rock just like the Flintstones (Flintstones, let’s go)
I don’t {?}, n#gg# still broke
I be thumbing so fast, make you {?} (What? Damn)
Better get you a {mat?}, when you freeze, you gon {?} (What? Damn, what, sh#t)
n#gg#s don’t know where they going (Stupid)
They look at me, I be floating (Damn)
They said I got it in motion (For real)
I see these n#gg#s on ho sh#t (Damn)
Can’t approach me with none of that, “Bro” sh#t (What, no, no)
And you thought it was me, I’m like, “No shit” (Stupid)
He on that snake sh#t, we expose him (Fah, fah, fah)
Up the stick, n#gg# froze like he posing
Had the gang at your door, n#gg#s left you a notice
{?}, choppa hit him like we bowlin’ (Ha)
Brodie mad ’cause he know I’m superior
I’m not a yes man, n#gg#s better hear me out
Gettin’ hella cheese like a dairy house (Yeah)
This ain’t no Levi, I’m in Amiri now
And this Christian Dior
I get money but I want some more (Damn)
Roll up the chop, that’ll send you to lord
n#gg#s hatin’ on me, I ain’t met ’em before (sh#t)
You ain’t nice, you get sent to the store (Stupid)
I blow a lot of money when I’m bored
You ain’t never stepped foot off the porch (Nope, nope)
n#gg#s never stepped foot on the court (Pew, pew, pew)
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