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Fuck all the fame and the lame niggas talking
You know the lifestyle I'm living is different
You know the whip that I'm driving is lifted
Bitch I caught a dub and I copped unassisted

Look at my drip lil boy
Look at my crib lil boy
Look at my whip lil boy
Look to my six lil boy

I got my nigga's, they cold as December, but home like November
They do not fuck wit no niggas who faking they life to pretend they a member

That shit is just weak
We do this shit just to eat
We making moves for the streets
A 4 with a 1 and a 3
You cannot roll wit the team
You cannot, you cannot, ugh

Look at my drip lil boy
Look at my crib lil boy
Look at my whip lil boy
Look to my six lil boy

I got my nigga's, they cold as December, but home like November
They do not fuck wit no niggas who faking they life to pretend they a member

Feeling like Shia Labouf
Cuz I'm in the whip
And it's driving itself
We making hits like
Whipping wit belts
Trophy for number one champ
On the top of my shelf
I copped my demons from hell
I know exactly what I want
And I'm not gonna stop till I get it
You see where I'm headed
The way that I move cant be copied
But you can get bodied

Look at my drip lil boy
Look at my crib lil boy
Look at my whip lil boy
Look to my six lil boy

I got my nigga's, they cold as December, but home like November
They do not fuck wit no niggas who faking they life to pretend they a member

Don't fuck wit me
Champ got a ear to the streets
I heard that you niggas want beef
But why would you beef wit a legend
This shit could get gory
Beheaded this shit is so deaded
I could call some of my nigga's
Some nigga's wit dreads
Love to put niggas to bed
Infinite sleep
Oh, this is your bitch why the fuck is
This hoe in my sheets
Oh, this your chick why the fuck
Is this hoe on her knees
Begging me please
Fuck does she think she gon' get
A nigga wit money
Who like living life on the edge
Bitch is you stupid
I may have gotten the tat
But do not mistake me for cupid
I shit on these niggas
I thought that they knew this

Look at my drip lil boy
Look at my crib lil boy
Look at my whip lil boy
Look to my six lil boy
Look at my drip lil boy
Look at my crib lil boy
Look at my whip lil boy
Look to my six lil boy

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