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Ayy, you know I rep that Backend, Taliban shit, that BET, nigga We tote 41 shots, know how we comin', nigga (Stay with Vegas on the wave) Say, I'd be rich as Hell if I wasn't rappin' Okay, brand-new Cuban links, brand-new drug habits Okay, they done motivated me, now my engine V8 Ayy, fuck my opps, they gay, I'm tryna get this shit straight Uh, baby, I'm a villain, I can't take you on dates They walk up in this restaurant, leave blood on the plates My cup is double, I can feel that lean travel through my soul Google me, but tell security don't search me at the door I could never trust a bitch who fuck me and she got a man I could never trust a nigga screamin', "Gang," and take the stand I can't trust you if you ain't gon' blow when this shit hit the fan I could never, uh, I could never, yeah We in the club with that iron, we shoot like Ja Morant Don't fuck with niggas, it ain't too many we not against I ride down Collins poppin' shit, police stop me for tint That banger stay with me, I think that my Glock should pay rent Cuban links and drug habits Cuban links and drug habits Cuban links and drug habits Cuban links and drug habits I ride Goyard for my niggas who got stopped in the field Fuck what you heard 'bout me, you can stuff a dick in your ear They Instagram killers, nothin' about these niggas be real Spread rumors 'bout me to the world and they got nowhere to live, huh? Post up on that block like Mutombo My toolbox, it look like a fuckin' gun store Got a yellow bitch, she look like a Kardashian All these flights on private jets, I should be arrogant Took two letters out of love and I got LV If it's 'bout money, then I'm very nosy, you smell me? If you love me, I want you to show it, not tell me I keep these lemon squeeze banana clips, I'm healthy, nigga Say, I'd be rich as Hell if I wasn't rappin' Okay, brand-new Cuban links, brand-new drug habits Okay, they done motivated me, now my engine V8 Ayy, fuck my opps, they gay, I'm tryna get this shit straight Uh, baby, I'm a villain, I can't take you on dates They walk up in this restaurant, leave blood on the plates My cup is double, I can feel that lean travel through my soul Google me, but tell security don't search me at the door Cuban links and drug habits Cuban links and drug habits Cuban links and drug habits Cuban links and drug habits
Writer(s): Kobe Crawford, Mikhail Metreveli, Jonas Gumdal Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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