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(Ooh, Sav killed it) What up, Sav? Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga I'm the one who put you niggas on, this the thanks I get? Clutchin' on an AR pistol when I take a shit I got ten notebooks stacked up, my paper thick You really want that 36, baby, make a wish I can be fucked up, 'cause I could take a trip I ain't really learn shit in school, but I can make a brick Do this shit for 90 days, it'll make you rich I just hit the baddest bitch and I ain't paid for shit This Audemar, this a Yachtmaster This a quarter-million-dollar car, I can't drive faster You was talkin' 'bout some good shit, but it do not matter Pockets swoled up, put on some more pants, they got fatter I'm in a five-fish with the stick on me Curtains in the back windows and it's tint on it The Rio chain background, spent a brick on it So many hundreds stacked up, could do a flip off 'em Pair of my own cups from Starbucks, I don't sip coffee Sat in the ten for two weeks and got a brick off me Bitch, I'm a big baller Ain't no 30 clip in here, this a SIG Sauer Nine thousand for this whip, this a big quarter Hey, junkie, I got an eighty script, go and get water Bitch thought I was a trick, I gave her six dollars Plus she ain't get to see the Benz, I'm in an Impala Beat her down for an hour, got her clit throbbin' Why y'all talkin' 'bout pape'? The whole clique starvin' I can do a whole EP tonight and sell a brick tomorrow Rolls truck two-fifty, this a big car Eleven hundred miles on the Scat', I can get far Hundred thousand on the car I'm in, it's not a mow power Hit his Hellcat with somethin' big, now it's a go-kart If 308 hit his fender, bet it won't start Sprayed the car in traffic, hit the transmission, now it won't park Blacked out when I grabbed the chop, it got so dark Bitch, you know your baby daddy broke, don't start My fiend just got a bonus check and bought the whole jar One day I seen an old AK flip a whole car I don't know what I did last night, I took a whole bar I don't drink liquor but I'll walk in Truth and buy the whole bar Y'all my people, so I gotta tell the truth, I bought the whole car Your son told me where your stash at, damn, he so smart Book the opps and we gon' start clappin' 'fore the show start
Writer(s): Da'mario Donshay Horne-mccullough, Daniel Robinson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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