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Kasino done told you Stuff 11 in the Backwood, VLONE my cologne, yeah I never drop the addy, make the ho get a room, yeah I don't like 20's and a lot of niggas dubs, yeah Blue eyes, she was a cougar, so I know that I'm a cub, yeah If I can't bring the blicky, fuck the club, I ain't going in Line up, stick you like a switch-up, tree branch Tick, tick, tick, that ain't my watch Pull up new-school, but I'm a dropout Scary-ass nigga don't hit licks, you just the watch-out 'Fore these rappers change my name to Patek, better watch out Cannot hear the haters, but I do not got on AirPods I'ma hit her later, then play her like an iPod I'm the type of nigga cock the gun, hang up outside You the type of nigga pass the gun and be like, "I'll drive" Buy my own jewelry, got tired of hearing, "All rise" Five Amiris, could've bought the whole rack at Levi's Where I come from, you niggas glorify racks, ayy Where I come from, your ho'll go and fuck your dad, ayy Where I come from the South, nigga got a MAC Where I'm from they say you rich if you got 50 racks, ayy Nigga hit your block, don't trip, spin back The street life real, know a rebel got jacked, ayy Country boy drove three hours, got taxed Shit I rap no cap like I don't wear hats Rubber band the money like a ponytail Rubber band the money like a ponytail I rubber band the money like a ponytail Put the rubber band on money like braids I'm Fear of God drippin', but them demons drivin' I'm Fear of God drippin', but them demons drivin', yeah I'm Fear of God drippin', but them demons drivin' I blocked her number 'cause her head ain't get the semen out me Pay for the pussy, it don't matter if the moan real Ratchet-ass ho tryna fuck for her phone bill Motor in the trunk, tryna figure if the car hears Pull up in a orange Hellcat like I'm Garfield I wrapped them racks up with rubber band, ponytail All of this bread got her head by my underwear Wockhardt PT, I mix with an eight of red I know trappers who go and score more than created players At the show, niggas better not try, I brought the carbine out Can't get in with the Glock, I perform in the parking lot Put a rack on cologne, I just ordered some Baccarat I flew to the club in the chopper with choppers out Three in exotic pop, street sweeper, we ain't gotta mop I talk to the priest, hope my niggas don't cross me out I talk to the gang, pray I get us all off the block I don't see how niggas play gangster when they get shot I know some niggas with war wounds I be with Dugg, no cartoon Keep swimmin' I sent her an Uber, it was carpool Got so many shots, I might go buy some barstools Ride 'round with 50 like I don't fuck with Ja Rule Used to DM, they left me on read like Piru The same hoes wan' give me head, but I'm bool (bool on that) Rubber band the money like a ponytail Rubber band the money like a ponytail I rubber band the money like a ponytail Put the rubber band on money like braids I'm Fear of God drippin', but them demons drivin' I'm Fear of God drippin', but them demons drivin', yeah I'm Fear of God drippin', but them demons drivin' I blocked her number 'cause her head ain't get the semen out me
Writer(s): Ryan Adams, Ethan Chen-xeno Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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