Yeah, hundred K light, that's just travel to me (Check, please)
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I ain't goin' back and forth, bitch, I'm capital P
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Ain't dropped a song when my trap still on beat
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We got three thousand pounds, how the fuck we gon' sleep?
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Lost a few guys, but I ain't lose no sleep
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Ain't no roof on this 'Rari, ain't duckin' no beam (What else?)
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I'm the big dog, niggas puppies to me (What?)
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That's my shit, but she can't be in public with me
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Fuckin' these bitches ain't nothin' to me
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I had pretty shit when it was ugly for me (On God)
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Real hustler, I am (Am)
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I could send a pack all the way to Thailand (Thailand)
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He can't do nothin' for you, but I can (I'm him, I can)
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Bulletproof, that wherever I land at
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In the hood where I'm high in demand at (Demand)
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Ten whole summers, no fumbles, I ran that
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Pillow talkin' to hoes got your man jacked
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All that hidin' in the house got your man stamped
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Baby land, we done sold out a WHAM pack (Gone)
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Certified, came home servin' 'em gram sacks
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"Go be rich or die tryin'," I chance that (Chance it)
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I took off, but I still sent a hand back (A hand)
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Give the trenches some hope
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Put it on like I'm still sellin' dope, the new 'Rari a four door (Four door)
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Me and bae on the yacht with some hoes
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When we done, call 'em over and go eat at Komodo
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In Skyami, I move like a pope now (Keisha)
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She a good one, but love to get choked out (Come here)
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I make anywhere turn to a dope house
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In the mix, but I'm keepin my folks out it, yeah
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Hoppin' out a lambchop
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Hotter than Atlanta
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Someone cut the fan on
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Whole lot of bands on me, yeah
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Shirt two thousand, jeans six thousand
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Kicks two thousand, dime on the outfit
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Dice game, geeked up, Cadillac V-truck
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Track' with the kill switch, all that type shit
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Bought a 'Rari, I'm rich, I ain't rent one
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I'm on Candler where I get my tint done
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If she askin' for money, I send some
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Get her hair and her nails, and her hips done
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All the trucks be P, we got ten of 'em
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When you talk 'bout a real one, I been one
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If you point out a opp, I'ma spin one
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We give all of 'em belt, nigga, then some
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Niggas goin' back and forth, ain't none of that
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If she fine and she thick, I'ma double-tap
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Put a switch on the back, gotta double-tap
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Get him smacked, turn around, give his brother dap
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G-block, cutthroat, where they thuggin' at
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It's a few rap niggas that'll never rat
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I'm one, engineer, this where you cut it at
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All the fans and the blogs need to study that
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Super Saiyan from the back, I Goku
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She a rachet-ass bitch, put her on Zeus
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I'm a player, I'll run through the whole crew
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Brought Drac' with me and it know kung fu
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If I hit him in the jaw, then he gon' sue
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Colored diamonds in the Richard like Hi-Chews
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She like, "How the car barkin'?" Ain't no roof
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When you suck me, I don't wanna feel no tooth
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Nigga, fuck your big dog, say you know who
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We got sticks for them niggas and smoke too
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Need to call the opps vibes, they hoes too
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Probably wouldn't step on shit with a old shoe
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I got rich and I iced out the whole zoo
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If she bad and she quiet, I go through
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Slow music, she fuckin' me slow too
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I'm an R&B nigga off Pro Tools
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If it's war with us, you probably gon' lose
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From Atlanta, ain't playin' by no rules
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Catch him at the red light, nigga, don't snooze
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Glock .40, Gen5, nigga, don't move
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Bulletproof Maybach, put it on cruise
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Take a nigga main bitch, put her on a cruise
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On your knees, don't stop, let me see a bruise
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You might get a Kelly bag if you make it ooze
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Hoppin' out a lambchop (Ooze)
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Hotter than Atlanta
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Someone cut the fan on
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Whole lot of bands on me, yeah
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Shirt two thousand, jeans six thousand
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Kicks two thousand, dime on the outfit
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Dice game, geeked up, Cadillac V-truck
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Track' with the kill switch, all that type shit
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| Lil Baby & 21 Savage |
