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    Bag, le-let's get it
    I was in the A just shoppin' at Lenox
    Got a few hoes tryna see if I'm lit
    Chrome Heart sleeves in a AMG whip
    Hoppin' out the four-door lookin' like a lick
    Off that X get your whole team lit

    Bro ho talkin', man, fuck that bitch
    Dropped a couple racks, yeah, I did that shit
    Four by four and I spilled the whole six
    In that penthouse kickin' shit
    Made a couple racks off this and this
    Hoes wanna come and fuck on a nigga
    I was just thuggin' with lil' P 'nem
    And they like: Your racks got bigger

    I don't give a fuck 'cause I know I'm that nigga
    AMG truck push up not fair
    I ain't seen shit 'cause, nigga, I don't care
    When I hit that lick, lil' nigga wasn't there
    When I flip that brick, that lil' nigga wasn't there
    Boy, I'll do this shit again, boy, this shit not fair
    I was with slime geeked up, oh, yeah
    We got money, hoes, clothes everywhere

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    We got X, Percs, Xans for sale
    Free my shooter, he don't got no bail
    I'm with Stef, kick shit, NFL
    You ain't never drop that shit, I can tell
    Flex on a bitch, how you did that there?
    F&N have you screamin' for help
    Me and my twin locked in, double dare
    And my demon come straight from hell

    Bitch, my double cup is straight mud
    Send your lil' drop, I'ma shoot that up
    Twin just scored now a nigga geeked up
    Buy the whole store, lil' nigga, shut up
    Expensive restaurants, nigga like yuck
    Send that blitz, we gon' shut that up
    Bee, bee, bee, what?
    Lil' TEC tucked, you can test your luck

    When the fuck these niggas gon' free SEX?
    Hundred K bet, finna buy a new vet
    Did a lil' show now I need a lil' check
    Off of that X, boot up like jet
    Ho said she fuck with the flex
    Ho throw it back and I'm like yes
    Fuck a lil' Glock 'cause I got this TEC
    Fuck your vest 'cause I want your head

    Catch me pushin' that bitch like a 'Cat
    Fucked up Neiman, I ain't at Saks
    Hit New York and I'm droppin' that sack
    Go back home and I'm back in the trap
    Hit babychop for the chop, no cap
    X with the X, yeah, I threw that back
    Came from the trenches, we don't rap
    Came from the trenches, we get plaques

    Bee, bee

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