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Walkin' in, security ain't doin' no patdown (Low the Great) All these bags in the club, yeah, we strapped down We be really makin' niggas leave, we ain't cappin' now Hoes in my DM, "Oh, you rappin' now?" Vegas, shootin' black chips, ain't no crappin' out Gusher smoke, Metro Bloomin got me tappin' out These Dior on my feet, I ain't campin' out Thousand dollar shoes every time I'm steppin' out (bitch) I'm with Neezy, I'm with Billy, don't get extra'd out Niggas lookin' for a reason to pull they weapon out Niggas doin' lame shit I don't know how to do Basic-ass black jacket, but it's Prada, fool Peelin' hundreds 'til my mom say, "I'm proud of you" Old bitches textin' me sayin', "I'm tired of you" New bitch pussy good, head fire too Picky nigga, I only like fuckin' rich hoes Back of the Cullinan with some lit hoes (Double-R) Pullin' off in big foreigns, ain't no six-fours Keep fly shit on my feet, where you get those? Niggas tryna walk in my shoes, you can't fit those Keep braggin' 'bout these bitches, yeah, I hit those Top tier bad bitches, I be with those She gon' drop and give me 50 like I'm Mike Jones I got two bitches layin' down my side bones Feel like Birdman, I'm finna get my sign on BucksClan in this bitch, so the line long He got a fake-ass Rollie, so his time wrong Balenciaga sweater for the rain, nigga All this Don '42, that's for the pain, nigga Niggas said I switched up, but I'm the same nigga BucksClan, this a fuckin' army, ain't no lame niggas All I got is bitches in this phone, ain't no games, nigga I just gave a bum a hundred dollars, ain't no change, nigga I be really plottin' with the Clan, tryna hang niggas I ain't have Picasso in my house, I had to paint pictures Gucci collared shirt, fresh as fuck, let's take school pictures I don't like the bitches that be friendly, I like rude bitches Way too much for one bitch, I need two bitches I ain't doin' shit for free, yeah, let's get it clear All the bitches runnin' in, they heard Jeeezy here Knowin' damn well when I hit her, I'ma disappear See it clear, yeah, it's 2020, bitch, this my year It's Dior, nigga, you won't find this at no Goodwill Walkin' in, security ain't doin' no patdown (Low the Great) All these bags in the club, yeah, we strapped down We be really makin' niggas leave, we ain't cappin' now
Writer(s): Deangelo Darby Smith, Unknown Writer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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