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Aye, hood fave

I compete with myself and I'm winnin' and I'm winnin'

And I'm winnin'

Trap phone ran out of minutes, I can not ride fish bowl, go tinted (Yeah)

He do not score, he don't get no minutes

Double cup, came out the pint like Guinness (Lean)

I called the bank, had to raise my limit

She got a bag, then I might go hit it (Hey)

You not involved, like, why are you in it?

My shooter ain't shot with the nine, ain't timid (Bah)

Watch how you flex on the 'Gram 'fore we pull up and swipe those digits, uh

Watch how you flex, yeah

She give the brain, go psycho with it

She give the brain, but she not no dummy

**** ain't gang, they is not Talk Money (Nah)

Run up a bag, they like, "What's the rush?"

Fuck do you mean? We comin' from nothin' (Ah)

Weight on my shoulders, that shit got brushed

Paint his tee up, that boy got brushed

Paint his tee up, it look like Givenchy (Baow)

And I was vouchin', but they wasn't with me

Whole 'lotta drattic and it's on smutts

Whole 'lotta baddies and it's on smutts

And if you see me, then you know I'm stitchin'

I ain't have no faith, I'm back in the hood like R.I.P. Biggie, uh

R.I.P. Biggie

Come get with me, I'm back in the city, the bankroll, hundreds and fifties

Bankroll, hundreds and fifties

When I look at that TV flickin', my bro still doin' the cities

Bro still doin' his, yeah

Aye, and I told him that we need millies, sixty on me like Philly, aye

I don't like Instagram, yeah, he frontin'

He frontin'

I just did a lil' shoot for for two hundred

Two hundred

All them racks that ran out, like, what happened?

What happened?

You would cry if you seen all my taxes (Yeah)

I don't answer no questions, who askin'? (Who?)

Shawty went to DR, got her ass did (Aye)

And it still feel the same when I'm smashin'

When I smash

She like, "That's because it ain't no plastic"

It ain't no plastic

Real ****, can't be no plastic, I'm in the Benz truck, dumpin' the ashes (Hey)

Rest in peace Nico Savage, for you I go get a bag, my life is a movie and I do the castin'

Nico World

So if she frontin', I'm a tell her to pack it

Tell her to pack it up

**** better stop actin'

If I send hit, they deliver the package

Pack you up

I'm gettin' backends (Racks)

Streets cold, better get you a mattress (Aye)

Thirty on me, let if off of the mack

Thirty GLOCK

The bankroll look like Big Mac

Big Mac

Me and brody gon' split it like Kit-Kats

Split it

Talk that money, I'm not with the chit-chat (Nah)

I put her in a dress and she with that (Hey)

Have her poppin' a pill like a Tic-Tac

Hood fave

I compete with myself and I'm winnin' and I'm winnin'

And I'm winnin'

Trap phone ran out of minutes, I can not ride fish bowl, go tinted

Go tinted

He do not score, he don't get no minutes

Double cup, came out the pint like Guinness

I called the bank, had to raise my limit

She got a bag, then I might go hit it (Hey)

You not involved, like, why are you in it?

My shooter shot with the .9, ain't timid (Bah)

Watch how you flex on the 'Gram before we pull up and swipe those digits, uh

Watch how you flex

She give the brain, go psycho with it

She give the brain, but she not no dummy

**** ain't gang, they is not Talk Money (Nah)

Run up a bag, they like, "What's the rush?"