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Yeah, I'm tryna see if she tryna do itgot a mansion on my mindMy ho give me attitude, I got mad shit on my lineI done blew so many chances, I'm wonderin' how they doin'Raf Simons, Ricky Owens, pop shit, how you doing?What she here for? She a demon, that ho gon' pour that muddySaid she been on it, drive Aventador and go get moneyCarti, what you in for? All that swaggerkilled them broke boy diamondsThat shit tenfold, all these VVSs match my moneyShe like: Hell no: She with me now, nigga, go get moneyUh, junkie step, like, ho, yeah, I serve junkiesUh, mix and match my pistol, all these attachmentsWhile I just fuck on that hoI can't look backwards, hol' upOnly two can fit Ferrari passenger, uh, yeahIf you see my account, yeah, fire your manager, okay'Rari steamin', baby, I'm just high beamin'Uh, them niggas play in the sectionI'll probably tip my teamI heard one of my opps got fake Percs and the leanHandle it, handle it, I'ma let God handle that for meUh, I bought a brand-new car, tryna ship it overseasTwenty thou' for the Vetement, man, these Vetement cleanBalmain zipper, man, man, my swag meanI don't feel nothin', I go crazyPass me the blunt, now, who got smoke with me?Might get the mob, I'll put some munyun on you, baby(fuck that bitch)I don't give a fuck about none of these niggasyou know I'm brazyWhat happened to that trendin' shit?Them niggas over there gettin' lazyHold up, hold up, uh, how the fuck they say they made me?All black, I'm goin' brazy, black Illuminati, babyPEZ, I'm poppin' my shit on all these fans, girl (huh)Millie, Rollie presi' diamonds dancing, yeahTake a PT, vision these pictures to the service spotCarry the bitch like my baggageI bought her Chanel, got her ready to carry a brickHey, top of the line, boss up on top of the floorI been turnin' shit, sonNo, they don't know my kind, we gon' hitwith that iron, we gon' wet up his linewe gon' cut off that timeShawty so fine, I'ma play with the fireI won't turn that bitch down when she up in my townTake a look at my eyes and you know that I'm friedI gotta roll up my dope out the poundI stay with my 'vato and pull up like AltoModel on my body, come find me on the couchWhich one I'm workin'? Don't open your mouthFate with the chopper, I'm straight out the NorthTonight it's a problem, Hermes and gettin' herKeep the caliber all on the calendarif you see my account, just fire your managerHit him back with the shovel, that'sCame out the backside the store and I hitHe gon' try and get whipped like a pot in this hoBoardin' the jet, takin' off in this bitchPuttin' that Ferro 8 in the frrI'm tightenin' that thread, baby lettin' off with that stickBaby, the plan, the man, I'm him, shawty, I'll see ya (MASA)I'm tryna see if she tryna do it, got a mansion on my mindMy ho give me attitude, I got mad shit on my lineI done blew so many chances, I'm wonderin' how they doin'Raf Simons, Ricky Owens, pop shit, how you doing?What she here for? She a demon, that ho gon' pour that muddySaid she been on it, drive Aventador and go get moneyCarti, what you in for? All that swaggerkilled them broke boy diamondsThat shit tenfold, all these VVSs match my moneyShe like–PEZ, I'm poppin' my shit on all these fans, girl (huh)Millie, Rollie presi' diamonds dancing, yeahTake a PT, vision these pictures to the service spotCarry the bitch like my baggageI bought her Chanel, got her ready to carry a brickHey, top of the line, boss up on top of the floorI been turnin' shit, sonNo, they don't know my kindwe gon' hit with that iron, we gon' wet up his linewe gon' cut off that timeShawty so fine, I'ma play with the fireI won't turn that bitch down when she up in my townI gotta roll up my dope out the pound (huh, huh)
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