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Sheesh, get some act right F&N's knocking down black lives, that part I should be baptized I poured a five in a twenty ounce and passed out Big Banc Uchies on the dashboard, Nascar Rob who? they on bath salt, max park It was all in a Jansport, transport Twelve at night, I'm a vampire, transform Big Banc Uchies on the dashboard, that part Rob who? they on bath salt, max park I'm flu flamming, I ain't never had to crack hoes It was all for the cash flow Big Banc Uchies on the dashboard, that part Rob who? they on bath salt, max park I'm flu flamming, I ain't never had to crack hoes It was all for the cash flow Big Banc Uchies on the dashboard, that part Big Banc Uchies on the dashboard, that part My flu flamming phenomenal Rob that nigga Drakeo, that's a mission near impossible The kamikaze doors with the Rotweiller gotta be Get Drakeo some mud and you gon' meet a different side of me I'm standing on hundreds in the booth while I ride the beat Pippie Long Stocking head, flippin' through the pots and pans Just knocked down Macho Man Don't act bobble then, I really be rocking shit It's all about the Uchie, said sheesh and got my man Big Banc Uchies on the dashboard, that part Rob who? they on bath salt, max park I'm flu flamming, I ain't never had to crack hoes It was all for the cash flow Big Banc Uchies on the dashboard, that part Rob who? they on bath salt, max park I'm flu flamming, I ain't never had to crack hoes It was all for the cash flow Big Banc Uchies on the dashboard, that part Big Banc Uchies on the dashboard, that part And I ain't talkin' 'bout like, you know dashboards from no '02 Maseratis or no shit like that. I'm talkin' bout like, like, you know how the, 2016 G-League coupes, I'm talkin' about high speed chases and shit like where You just go crazy and just throw that thing in sport or sport plus or something. Like them old ass cars don't be havin' that type of shit so You probably wouldn't know what I'm talkin' 'bout. Like I'm really standing, like, on Big Banc Uchies in the booth right now in these bullshit ass Balenciaga pay shoes and all that, nigga, And, yeah. But I'm fresh out, it's like 11/30/2017, my birthday tomorrow. I might drop it on my birthday or something. Broke ass nigga I need to pick the rest of these hundreds off the ground. I'ma just grab all of 'em, I'ma just grab all of 'em at the same time. Niggas ain't ever seen no money, sheesh. Like you from Arkansas, Little Rock ass nigga. I'm just havin' fun. Pine Bluff ass nigga, hahaha Little Rock, Pine Bluff-inian B Bum!
Writer(s): Bruce Johnson, Darrell Caldwell, Navin Brahmaji Upamaka Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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