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Flex my bag with my wrist, that sh#t went up by ten
Call up your shooters, they run up with tans
I’m with my clique, finna blow me some bands
Run up on me n#gg#, throw up some hands
You wanna talk, niggs show me your fans
You is cop n#gg#, go to your feds
Who in your block, tried to run up on ted
Cut the fake stories, b#tch there ain’t no ted
Live around trees, yeah my money be growing
Snatched me a bag on release, keep it going
She throw it back for a lease, your b#tch hoing
Sent her to space, in a mo’ f#cking boeing
Your side chick here damn. these hoes keep on coming
I’m only onе man, b#tch don’t ask if it’s c#mming
Don’t invite to sh#t, b#tch you know I ain’t coming
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