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    Whoa, whoa, whoa
    Huh, whoa, huh, whoa, huh, whoa
    You rockin' with Dstarkel, lil' bitch
    Huh, whoa, huh, whoa, huh, whoa
    (Yeah, yo)

    I'm choppin' shit up like sensei
    10 mil', Young Prada on go
    She trippin' online like everyday
    I ain't tryna see what's on your phone
    I'm 'posed to be dead, they know that
    Got money on me, so long
    Racks on me, got a dub in the backpack
    I ain't gotta pull out no loan
    I'm hopin' my drugs don't run out
    Might pop another one for the road
    Big .40 on me, nigga, stand down
    Pull up on him, make a nigga eat the floor
    Racks up, I ain't never had a handout
    Young nigga tryna get sum'n goin'
    They ridin' my wave, hop on that
    They bitin' my swag, I'm knowin'

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    Big Glock on me, yeah, the. 40
    Fully everything, bitch, I'm blowin'
    Bit' tryna act like she for me
    Fineshyt, need an Oscar trophy
    I'm peepin' everything that's goin'
    (What?) Signed a deal, bust down my Rollie
    Two-tone AP, holy moly
    Mini Drac' on me, I stole it
    Hotbox, paper tags, Range Rover
    I cheated but you was goin'
    Do the dash, we ain't pullin' over
    Racks on the bih', talm bout she ain't spoiled
    Glock got a kit, it hold more than forty
    Telling my bidness, shawty, it's over
    Whatever you do, just move how you 'posed to
    I stay with my brew, locked in, we got motion

    I'm choppin' shit up, like sensei
    10 mil', Young Prada on go
    She trippin' online like everyday
    I ain't tryna see what's on your phone
    I'm 'posed to be dead, they know that
    Got money on me, so long
    Racks on me, got a dub in the backpack
    I ain't gotta pull out no loan
    I'm hopin' my drugs don't run out
    Might pop another one for the road
    Big .40 on me, nigga, stand down
    Pull up on him, make a nigga eat the floor
    Racks up, I ain't never had a handout
    Young nigga tryna get sum'n goin'
    They ridin' my wave, hop on that
    They bitin' my swag, I'm knowin'

    I'm choppin' shit up, like sensei
    10 mil', Young Prada on go
    She trippin' online like everyday
    I ain't tryna see what's on your phone
    I'm 'posed to be dead, they know that
    Got money on me, so long
    Racks on me, got a dub in the backpack
    I ain't gotta pull out no loan
    I'm hopin' my drugs don't run out
    Might pop another one for the road
    Big .40 on me, nigga, stand down
    Pull up on him, make a nigga eat the floor
    Racks up, I ain't never had a handout
    Young nigga tryna get sum'n goin'
    They ridin' my wave, hop on that
    They bitin' my swag, I'm knowin'

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