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Yeah, yeah This s– we doing ginormous, yeah My b–, she pretty and gorgeous, yeah She tryna come join the Circle, yeah My buds be purple and orange, yeah No, we not lazy, we working, yeah Used to walk, now we in Porsches, yeah I got Gelato and Sherbet, yeah I ran that check up on purpose, yeah Yeah, yeah I got Pink Runtz and Hawaiian, yeah Keep me a strap like I'm dyking, yeah All of my VVS be blinding, yeah Keep me a script like a doctor, yeah Sunday, I'm burnin' Peach Cobbler, yeah Vegan, I ate a falafel, yeah Ice on my neck and my goggles, yeah I'm on this hybrid, the cross-strain I just bet 50K on the Hawks game I just serve 'em P's, I do not ask names My b– bad as f–, no, she will not change I keep hundreds on me, I don't keep change Got a hundred outdoors in my domain Got a two-piece, they bad, in my domain I get money, lil' bae, I don't complain I got big bank, but no, I'm not Duct Tape I got THC all in this cupcake I get bags off, you know I had to dump weight I got fam in New York somewhere upstate Me and these n–s wasn't raised the same Got my own wave, I'ma change the game White collar jugg, had to change it up Land Rover, n–, had to Range it up When we ride by, hoes wave at us Even Lil' Tom don't play with us Made a strategy and got rich as f– First I was thinkin' 'bout givin' up Then I had kids, I had to run it up, yeah, yeah I'm in a Maybach inside her, yeah Let the strap bang like it's Kony, yeah I'ma take off like a rocket – I got that guap, I got bandanas You hit my blunt with no antennas I'm in the trap with some gang members I split that check with them same members Bullets hit you, you get dismembered With this one Glock, I shoot six n–s And my new whip, it cost six figures Yeah, yeah This s– we doing ginormous, yeah My b–, she pretty and gorgeous, yeah She tryna come join the Circle, yeah My buds be purple and orange, yeah No, we not lazy, we working, yeah Used to walk, now we in Porsches, yeah I got Gelato and Sherbet, yeah I ran that check up on purpose, yeah Yeah, yeah I got Pink Runtz and Hawaiian, yeah Keep me a strap like I'm dyking, yeah All of my VVS be blinding, yeah Keep me a script like a doctor, yeah Sunday, I'm burnin' Peach Cobbler, yeah Vegan, I ate a falafel, yeah Ice on my neck and my goggles, yeah
Writer(s): Tysen Bolding, Joel Puente Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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