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Yea yea yea hooood!

Fye up the dope cartiers on the scope
Used to stay with the roach make a play like a coach
Put the gang on a chain wanna hang lie a rope
I got clean like I jus washed it with soap
Put the money first all I save up is hunchos
Mix match the swag they gone eat it like lunchable
Try to re up it's too late it's already sold
Dope boy fresh white tee and sum retros
Stay down I came up and it made it a lot
I wanna fuck ion care she a thot
I'm the highest one in the room not Travis Scott
Came out the partments wasn't playing in the sand box
Pussy ass nigga get from round want a handout
Fuck all that talking I'll pull up and air it out
Meet him on clairmont
Choppa could bear hunt
Claim u real u ain't nun but a cunt

I mix the wok and the tech it's blue
I got them hunnits they new they blue
Diamonds on top of my watch they blue
Drinking that cough syrup like I had a flu
Say u don't like me. Who are you
U b hating on the swag u can't do what I do
I tried to tell em I already knew
Riding with felons they ready to shoot
Boom Boom when that choppa come thru
Skkrrt skkrrt when I whip in that coupe
Boop boop got the truck coming thru
Waaa waaa black belt doing Kung Fu
Smoking peanut butter breathe
Damn he b fresh to death
Fuck you nigga I can get it by my damn self
Bitchs and weed exotic it be top shelf
Got Mason marggiels that even came out yet

Fye up the dope cartiers on the scope
Used to stay with the roach make a play like a coach
Put the gang on a chain wanna hang lie a rope
I got clean like I jus washed it with soap
Put the money first all I save up is hunchos
Mix match the swag they gone eat it like lunchable
Try to re up it's too late it's already sold
Dope boy fresh white tee and sum retros
Stay down I came up and it made it a lot
I wanna fuck ion care she a thot
I'm the highest one in the room not Travis Scott
Came out the partments wasn't playing in the sand box
Pussy ass nigga get from round want a handout
Fuck all that talking I'll pull up and air it out
Meet him on clairmont
Choppa could bear hunt
Claim u real u ain't nun but a cunt

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