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Bitches, rappers
Rappers, bitches
Way ya'll talkin on twitter
Lil boy I can't tell the difference
Purple herb in my swisher
Yeah lil aahj my witness
Pull up engine so vicious
That seven digits the mission listen
60 fps
These other rappers movin slow mo
I was broke as shit and now I'm drippin in sum polo
I don't pay for promo
I stay on the low low
I'm the kid who run the game call it Miyamoto

Bitch I'm heaven sent
This is jus my genesis
Marble floor my residence
Pocket full of presidents
My money so thick that I cannot fold the shit
Talkin all that shit on twitter lil bitch kindly hold my dick
Yeah I'm in gettin to the bag
Watch me double park the whip
My lil shawty break it down
Roll it up and spark the shit

U gon respect me as a lyricist
I ain just a hair cut
I ain just a face tat
I'm sendin shots at everyone

Keep all that designer
I rock polo and tommy
Rollin up my marijuana
While she give me the sloppy

And all you trash ass soundcloud rappers I surpassed you
Pull up in the aston I'm blowin past you

U might see me do the dash blowin gas out the sun roof
Lil bitch I'm so great I can't relate to not a one of you
Can't nobody keep me down
Or hold me from nothin
If I want it ima get it
Man it ain't no discussion
As of lately I been tryna write a rap with some substance
I was sick and tired of tryna be somebody I wasn't
And I ain in this for a check
I do this shit cause I love it
You know I won't stop at nothin
I take that feeling and trust it

How you rock designer but you look like a clown?
How I pull up to ya city and I shut the shit down
I'm gettin paper
I just copped a mercedes
I'll catch you later
Step up out the scraper
Ballin like a laker
In some purple bapesta's

I think I'm feelin myself
Shawty dice that pineapple that replinish my health

Bitch its lit
Find me with my clique
Smokin out the zip
Guy Fieri with the sauce
Paul Walker with the whip
Bitch

I hate flexin but I can't help it
Drop top burnt out on the pavement
Dope rolled in some polo
Let the champagne flow throwin c notes
Backwoods rolled vacay for the weekend
Couple girls gettin high in the deep end
You want to you should come through
Got the champagne flutes and the orange juice

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