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    (Kasino done told you)

    Stuff eleven in the Backwood, VLONE my cologne, yeah
    I never drop the addy, make the ho get a room, yeah
    I don't like twenties and a lot of niggas dubs, yeah
    Blue eyes, she was a cougar, so I know that I'm a cub, yeah
    If I can't bring the blicky, fuck the club, I ain't going in
    Line up, stick you like a switch-up, tree branch
    Tick, tick, tick, that ain't my watch
    Pull up new-school, but I'm a dropout
    Scary-ass nigga don't hit licks, you just the watch-out
    'Fore these rappers change my name to Patek, better watch out
    Cannot hear the haters, but I do not got on AirPods
    I'ma hit her later, then play her like an iPod
    I'm the type of nigga cock the gun, hang up outside
    You the type of nigga pass the gun and be like: I'll drive
    Buy my own jewelry, got tired of hearing: All rise
    Five Amiris, could've bought the whole rack at Levi's
    Where I come from, you niggas glorify racks, ayy
    Where I come from, your ho'll go and fuck your dad, ayy
    Where I come from the South, nigga got a MAC
    Where I'm from they say you rich if you got fifty racks, ayy
    Nigga hit your block, don't trip, spin back
    The street life real, know a rebel got jacked, ayy
    Country boy drove three hours, got taxed
    Shit I rap no cap like I don't wear hats

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    Rubber band the money like a ponytail
    Rubber band the money like a ponytail
    I rubber band the money like a ponytail
    Put the rubber band on money like braids
    I'm Fear of God drippin', but I'm Demon drivin'
    I'm Fear of God drippin', but I'm Demon drivin', yeah
    I'm Fear of God drippin', but I'm Demon drivin'
    I blocked her number 'cause her head ain't get the semen out me

    Pay for the pussy, it don't matter if the moan real
    Ratchet-ass ho tryna fuck for her phone bill
    Motor in the trunk, tryna figure if the car hears
    Pull up in a orange Hellcat like I'm Garfield
    I wrapped them racks up with rubber band, ponytail
    All of this bread got her head by my underwear
    Wockhardt PT, I mix with an eight of red
    I know trappers who go and score more than created players
    At the show, niggas better not try, I brought the carbine out
    Can't get in with the Glock, I perform in the parking lot
    Put a rack on cologne, I just ordered some Baccarat
    I flew to the club in the chopper with choppers out
    Three in exotic pop, street sweeper, we ain't gotta mop
    I talk to the priest, hope my niggas don't cross me out
    I talk to the gang, pray I get us all off the block
    I don't see how niggas play gangster when they get shot
    I know some niggas with war wounds
    I be with Dugg, no cartoon
    Keep swimmin' I sent her an Uber, it was carpool
    Got so many shots, I might go buy some barstools
    Ride 'round with fifty like I don't fuck with Ja Rule
    Used to DM, they left me on read like Piru
    The same hoes wan' give me head, but I'm bool (bool on that)

    Rubber band the money like a ponytail
    Rubber band the money like a ponytail
    I rubber band the money like a ponytail
    Put the rubber band on money like braids
    I'm Fear of God drippin', but I'm Demon drivin'
    I'm Fear of God drippin', but I'm Demon drivin', yeah
    I'm Fear of God drippin', but I'm Demon drivin'
    I blocked her number 'cause her head ain't get the semen out me

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