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[Verse 1]
Whoa, thinkin' 'bout the life that we done chose
Pourin' up them fours
If I call you "brother," better not fold 'cause I'm cold with this pole
Thinkin' 'bout the life that we done chose
Pourin' up them fours
If I call you "brother," better not fold 'cause I'm cold
[Verse 2]
We goin' viral and if I call you "brother," you goin' where I go
We go foreign whip, crash, and run up some miles
I'm tryna blow a bag and pull up in style
Baby girl, you fine, I really wanna love you
Baby girl, you mine, I really wanna fuck you
And, baby, you don't lie, that's why a **** trust you, trust you
That's the whole reason a **** cuffed you, whoa
Bitch, we got that thing, finna blow
My shooters go insane, you should know
We headed for that bank, get that dough
If they speakin' on my name we got poles
Know I keep shit on me, bitch, you ain't my homie
I been at the bottom, comin' up, now **** know me
Bitch, we got fat forties
Who you know that tote these?
Aim it at his noggin, make him nauseous with my Rollie
The ice on my wrist make him go royalty
Yeah, ****, he a bitch and he don't know me
You talkin' hella shit, yous a fuckin' phony
I'm rollin' with the stick 'cause I keep it on me
[Verse 3]
Whoa, thinkin' 'bout the life that we done chose
Pourin' up them fours
If I call you "brother," better not fold 'cause I'm cold with this pole
Thinkin' 'bout the life that we done chose
Pourin' up them fours
If I call you "brother," better not fold 'cause I'm cold
