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Man you boys can't even sit with us, stupid? You dumb ass niggas You really thought You really thought you could sit with us, stupid? Nigga, look at my shoes These is Louboutin's, nigga Young rich squad, man you boys can't even sit with us Said he fly as me, boy you must be smoking angel dust New block blower, pull up on you phonem paint you up I get legal money, I don't fuck with all that shady stuff Hit 80 bands off the rap like last week Pullin' out the burner now he runnin' like an athlete I don't wanna squabble get the burner on your ass cheeks Stupid ass nigga thought he finna get a pass B Never let a nigga act rowdy, that's a bitch move Niggas really stalking on my gram like my bitch do I won't never sell another gram, I make rich moves If I go broke I'ma get it out my bitch shoes Walk to imperial and back lil' baby You ain't even wild bro, stop acting crazy Fuck your pussy, give me dome first Brodie at your crib with that led call, that home work Find out when you sleep then we run up with that chrome burst 16 bars in this chop like a long verse Been on the block finna ball like it's cancer Said that I'm broke, shake my head, get your bands up She wanna fuck lol, that's my answer If bro hit the lick then we both got that hammer Young rich squad man, you boys can't even sit with us Said he fly as me, boy you must be smoking angel dust New block blower, pull up on you phonem paint you up I get legal money, I don't fuck with all that shady stuff Hit 80 bands off the rap like last week Pullin' out the burner, now he runnin' like an athlete I don't wanna squabble, get the burner on your ass cheeks Stupid ass nigga, thought he finna get a pass B Never let a nigga act rowdy, that's a bitch move Niggas really stalking on my gram like my bitch do I won't never sell another gram I make rich moves If I go broke I'ma get it out my bitch shoes (what?) Walk to imperial and back lil' baby You ain't even wild bro, stop acting crazy I remember I was broke, I ain't have none Now my fit is all designer in this Aston Martin in this bitch, kick her out like she Pam son All these niggas want my sauce, nigga y'all like plankton Broke? Where bitch? This ice on my neck He ain't got no bullets in that gun, why he flex? Feel like I'm Nike 'cause I got these checks She give head with no hands, bitch look like a T-rex (Yo-yo, gone) Young rich squad, man you boys can't even sit with us Said he fly as me, boy you must be smoking angel dust New block blower, pull up on you phonem paint you up I get legal money, I don't fuck with all that shady stuff Hit 80 bands off the rap like last week Pull up out the burner, now he runnin' like an athlete I don't wanna squabble get the burner on your ass cheeks Stupid ass nigga thought he finna get a pass B Dummy You a stupid ass nigga I don't wanna hear it Over Over, over Over, over, over