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I just pulled up fast like a Kawasaki I been making cash all day, you know that's a hobby They done left me on my ass when it got rocky Perky put a nigga on his ass, I'm in love with Roxi Trackhawk, I be in the dash, I ain't doing karate I put my trust in God, that boy gon' sell out to the illuminati I done fell in love with my bitch, she got a heavenly body We be doing hits sober, your shooter get off a molly Tryna fly away, he gon' spin then die away Tryna cop that Porsche and ride away And hit that lot and drive away Slow me up, might as well slide away Feel the demons near, got a lot of weight It's like you stabbed my back and threw the knife away Speak on ELA, I'll take his life away Stupid bitch, how it feel to die today? Getting rich, bitch, in the right way You gon' snitch if that shit get in the way Too high, think I'm going to space .556 send it to his face Top Kid vibing, I'm in first place I just pulled up fast like a Kawasaki I been making cash all day, you know that's a hobby They done left me on my ass when it got rocky Perky put a nigga on his ass, I'm in love with Roxi Trackhawk, I be in the dash, I ain't doing karate I put my trust in God, that boy gon' sell out to the illuminati I done fell in love with my bitch, she got a heavenly body We be doing hits sober, your shooter get off a molly
Writer(s): Javier Mercado, Jace Setler, Mat1k, Elias Bethune Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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