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Ugh, yeah YSL gang-gang, you know what I'm saying Ayy, Gunna I'm out here in Cali nigga, I'm feeling like you Yeah, I got vibes in LA Dimes in the bank I keep rising the hate Put blue stars in the Wraith Two new cars ain't no space Do some wood, pop some Ace Get to running, we can race Used to starve 'til I ate Yellow diamonds, I got clean piss Perfect timing, a ice cream wrist Risk your life for, with a mean miss This bitch from England, don't know no English I don't pay no mind to no sneak diss Told the label I can't sign for no cheap trick My block play with them pounds, shit like recess Lot of chopper guns and F&N's and Kel-tecs I'm sitting way back, in the back of that Maybach Gold Rollie, I paid cash, two-tone for my main man YSL we made it (we made it) Hit the gas, no brake (no brake) I'ma speed-up the Wraith (speed, speed) Young Gunna getting paid (Gunna getting paid) Big house with a gate Better save your money I hope you don't have to find out the hard way Take a loss and get it cracking in broad day We just been getting rich relaxing, parlaying I put a bad bitch on Broadway Tryna cop a mansion like Bill Gates Count so many of them blue hundreds they feel fake Cut that dope up just like Benihana's with no wait I got vibes in LA Dimes in the bank I keep rising the hate Put blue stars in the Wraith Two new cars ain't no space Do some wood, pop some Ace Get to running, we can race Used to starve 'til I ate I go fed, you go state Going to trial 'bout my case I got bitches in the bay Diamonds hit so hard they look fake Hell naw, my shit came straight from Icebox (where you at?) I'm in Cali in the hills, with some hitters in a tank top Blindfold, I just counted a hundred grand with my eyes closed (I just did) Coming for a nigga like me, fuck 'round get exposed That Draco hold a hundred, they gon' aim it at your nose, nose Keep that worrisome bitch out my place Tom Anderson, give me my space Promoter hit the line and he said he got a play Told his ass 40K, lock it in, I'm on my way, hey (I'm on my way) I got vibes in LA Dimes in the bank I keep rising the hate Put blue stars in the Wraith Two new cars ain't no space Do some wood, pop some Ace Get to running, we can race Used to starve 'til I ate I got vibes in LA Dimes in the bank I keep rising the hate Put blue stars in the Wraith Two new cars, ain't no space Do some wood, pop some Ace Get to running, we can race Used to starve 'til I ate
Writer(s): Wesley Tyler Glass, Sergio Giavanni Kitchens, Demario Dewayne Jr. White Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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