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Taurus 360 boy I hop out FN-n-n 360 boy hit Mansfield then I'm spinnin' 5.56 in the clip it hurt ya shin-n I ain't hurtin, bitch I'm splurgin', countin' these Benjins No Ls in the foreign, license suspended 10 Ps, I been dressin' in evintage These niggas say they killers but who really? All I see is red on the stick, rockin' Rick Yeah don't start that trippin', you get whipped up with this switch Niggas need this tampon cause they actin' like a bitch Drive SRT on bullshit, drive the Benz went on Swift 911 coupe, it burn tires when it drift (Yessirski) Be careful with no iron, quick to come up off the hip Pushin' P and pressure, yeah that money gon' get you dipped (Nigga) I went right, I seen [?], but my partner screamin' crip This shit for [?], better just get your rest, don't trip I was just fuckin' on her and her friend Mines in the grave, so don't call me twin My hoe rich, she whippin' a Benz She whippin' Bentayga, whenever she sin Ain't bout' no paper, we can't talk biz And I know that you tellin' to crackers like skins Kill at the rats, let the real out the pen, yeah (Top shelf) 360 boy I hop out FN-n-n 360 boy hit Mansfield then I'm spinnin' 5.56 in the clip it hurt ya shin-n I ain't hurtin, bitch I'm splurgin', countin' these Benjins No Ls in the foreign, license suspended 10 Ps, I been dressin' in evintage These niggas say they killers but who really? All I see is red on the stick, rockin' Rick Catch him at the red light Know that's a dead light Put his ass to bed like (Uh) Livin' that fast life Rammin' her taillight See what that head like Long live Mac, Big, and Keed, They kickin' in paradise (Keed talk to em) Now I'm thinkin' this real life Got me poppin these pills like, (Ah-huh) Yeah know it's Keed talk to em forever Margiela jacket with a red umbrella Goin' number 1, Imma wear my medal Let J-money r-r-r-r on you and yo fellas We run up these racks while you wait on a settle You could kept the bitch, her head ain't nothin' Like 5 racks on a Dolce Gabbana Bust in my safe, a whole lotta hunnas Most of y'all lie to ya kids, Get in the court tell the truth to the honor (Ya pussy) 100K on a light day Everything goin' my way If it don't, it's the highway Cartier with the bright face 360 boy I hop out FN-n-n (Top shelf, nigga) 360 boy hit Mansfield then I'm spinnin' 5.56 in the clip it hurt ya shin-n I ain't hurtin, bitch I'm splurgin', countin' these Benjins No Ls in the foreign, license suspended 10 Ps, I been dressin' in evintage These niggas say they killers but who really? All I see is red on the stick, rockin' Rick
Writer(s): Semaja Zair Render, Taurus Currie Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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