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He ain't plea like Gunna, unky pushing P's regardless (Pushing P)

Shopaholic, bitch, my closet look like Neiman Marcus (Shopaholic)

Ksubi pluses on my denim, but my tee Department

Bro paint like Picasso with the Glocky, he could be an artist (Brrt, buh)

Pull up, leave it holey, turn his crib into a tabernacle (Amen)

He was talkin' out his neck, got popped up in his Adam's apple (Pow, pow, pow, pow)

Opposition couldn't touch a ticket if they had a raffle

In the field, he playin' with that sack, ain't shit to have him tackled (Yeah)

They ask why I still ain't sign, they say I'm underrated

Walkin' out of Hutch, the pendant cost a hundred Franklins (Bling)

Wocky by the gallon, unky got a hundred cases

Dropping chains and whips, the buffies white, they think I'm comin' racist

If I point 'em out, then brodie shooting like he at the two

Ain't no "I" in "team", boy, it was never shit to pass an oop

If them piggies caught me up, then I ain't have a clue (Nah)

What you make a year is what I blew in Saks Fifth Avenue

Double coffee cup, but I ain't sippin' no espresso

Lacing Triple S's, tryna find an opp to step on

Got the lo' and made 'em find another block to rep on (Yeah)

All these Fendi F's, she wanna F me, get the F on

Who the fuck you calling when your back against the wall?

It's a dirty game, they hate me, so they hacking when I ball

Droppin' racks when I'm in Saks, I'm gettin' active in the mall

If I catch an opp, I'm bustin', every strap come with the balls

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Dog hoes, I might throw a collar on 'em

Unc' dissectin' babies in the kitchen, bustin' toddlers open

Turned my dreams into realities, bitch, I got tired of hoping (No cap)

Catch me in the Lab with Lando, me and brodie Tron potions

Catch an opp, we swinging sticks, it look like Tiger Stadium (Brrt, boom)

Brodie think he Tony Stark, you know that iron stay with him (Pow, pow, pow)

Every whip exotic, catch us burning tires, racing 'em (Skrrt)

Feeling like I'm Creed in that ring, all my punches hit

Brodie shake and baking with that work, tryna bust a brick

I could bust an opp, bust a play, then go bust a kit (Yeah)

Funny how the streets hot as a stove in the oven mitt

When you playin' with that fire, boy, don't get burnt

I ain't never need a steering wheel, bitch, I been turnt

It was bad, but I knew that it could get worse

Up off tip work, unc' could show you how his wrist work (Wrist work)

Up the fully, that bitch get to singing like it's Chaka Khan (Brrt)

You be taking orders like a worker, boy, you not a don

Only reason I ain't hit your ho is 'cause she not a dime

Up the clipper on him like a barber, he get out of line

Gotta play the hand you was dealt, you know life a gamble

Was the man back in school, now his life in shambles

Balenciaga for my bitch, I blew five on sandals

Blow me 'cause I'm lit, boy, your bitch treat me like a candle

Twenty in my bitch purse, fifty in my fanny pack

Catch an opp at 8 AM, we shootin' where his jammies at (Pow, pow, pow)

Pull up swinging sticks, I look like Sosa, they think Sammy back (Sammy Sosa)

Pull up deep, I got a hundred for you, this a family pack (Whole hundred)

Blicky on my hip, boy, I can't wrestle with you (I can't)

If I say I got your back, you know I'm stepping with you (I am)

Caught you with your mans, now he in Heaven with you

I just bought a blick, looking for opps, I'm tryna test my pistol (Where they at?)

All this ice up on me, your bitch getting frostbit (Bling, bling)

Catch a hat like Virgil, bro'll get you offed quick (Offed quick)

Bro ain't building houses, but he livin' off bricks (Off bricks)

Used to tell me watch my mouth 'cause all I know is talk shit (Talk shit)

All I know is run it up, all bro know is spin the block (All I know)

When I'm up in Somerset, think all I know is spending guap (All I know)

All I know is I'm the GOAT, the fans tell me I'm him a lot

All I know is we keep scorin', tell them boys to get a stock

No cap, Dog Shit Militia (How the fuck I'm still unsigned?)