Ddot, you cold as a motherfucker, on god

Aye, Tana, fire that shit up

And I ain't really understand, till I got my bands up

Yeah

But I ain't really think about it till I fucked my bread up

Yeah

I promise they won't care about you unless it's death or handcuffs

You know I just can't fall for that, all my **** stand up

No stoppin', we goin', my bankroll, it's gorgeous

Black and Japanese with a fatty, man, imported

Got a DM from my ****, I remember what he taught me

We don't follow shit but money, fuck these **** 'cause we bosses

Oh, you ain't used to real **** like me, but I can't fault you

I took a step back, I ain't kickin' shit for free, this shit gon' cost you

I got my shades on in the club with fifty G's, I'm drinkin' coffee

I met my lean man at the clear port, bought some pints, then we departed

Bitch, you think that doin' dirt is hurtin' me

All this fuckin' motion got me losin' sleep

Trauma got a **** heart turned to two degrees

Cold

I smell like a fragrance out of Louis V

Mhmm

You can tell I'm up, I'm doin' bougie things

Bougie things

Hit the club, I left that bitch more rain than Spring

Sippin' 1942, it's chased with lean

Lean, yeah

**** chasin' clout when you can chase your dreams

And I ain't never said I had the most, said I was the toughest

You know where I come from, bae, I can't leave without my cutter

That pint my new addiction, I can't breathe without that brother

They all wanna be goons, I can't believe my little cousin

You know I'm gon' put on, the whole tour my little brothers

Gang

I'm practicin' my math, the whole tour I've been thuggin'

Woo

I'm havin shit right now, man, I'm tired of bein' humble

Tired

And everybody good, you not fuckin' with my youngins

Fuckin' with my

And I ain't really understand, till I got my bands up

Yeah

But I ain't really think about it till I fucked my bread up

Yeah

I promise they won't care about you unless it's death or handcuffs

You know I just can't fall for that, all my **** stand up

Aye, Tana, fire that shit up

Ddot, you cold as a motherfucker, on god

Live from the

Live from the mothafuckin'

Yeah

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