(Hook)
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Straight from Mexico, call her Quintana
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Damn she smoke my dope, swear to God we go Rambo
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If you disrespect the dope, straight from Mexico call her Quintana
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Damn she smoke my dope, swear to God we go Rambo
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If you disrespect the dope...
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(Verse 1)
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Praise to the pope, bless you with this dope
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Step into my world where we get ghost, cause in my mind we float
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Everytime we step into 10ak, they tweaking off the coke
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Fuck I'm out my mind, I'm burning bread so much lets have a toast
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My niggas and momma know that if I wasn't here, nigga I'd be dead
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Now I'm in the building thinking billions counting millions, what a feeling
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'Member when I never ever made shit?
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Now me and my niggas rocking chains and whipping slave ships
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Now who the slave bitch?
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(Hook)
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(Verse 2)
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Straight from the lair or Himalayas
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I got more keys than the mayor, let's have a prayer
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So devine, I put my pager, I hit her later
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Dawn to dust I'm trying to get made, I been up for days
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Damn I'll never popped another pill, man that shit is real
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Girl you know you fucking with La Flame, you know you know the drill
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I reach to the heavens, lord forgive me I sin
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May La Flame live forever, and always bring them in
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(Verse 3: Wale)
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God, niggas can't fuck with me
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I've got a bunch of bitches tryna fuck with me
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I'm unsociable with like most of them
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Cause I don't socialize with them suckers, man
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Normally, I'm with them mollies
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This is the nail in the coffin, niggas is soft
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Niggas remind me of nails at a spa so under-polished, novices
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They barkin' up the wrong tree (double M)
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Trust me if you with me then you goin' H
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I got them sweatin' like these bitches herein all day
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And I'm off Atlantic, 2-1 rob 'em, bumbaclot, nigga
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Not a P-O-K, I'm out for the VS
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Get lifted, few zips like a c-check
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Use piff, short words for the loose girls
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All mine's re-up, y'all regret
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Don't worry 'bout my team, my team is set
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Don't worry 'bout T, it's in depth
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When it come to the ma'fuckin' c-notes
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We starters, it's the ma'fuckin' glee club, goddamn
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(Bridge)
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La Flame, don't play no games
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These niggas is lames
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This niggas ain't lords, we the new lords
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(Mercy me, oh, mercy me)
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(Mercy me, oh, mercy me)
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(Mercy me, oh, mercy me)
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(Hook)
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Quintana
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Travi$ Scott |