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[Verse 1]
Shout out lil Sosa he went redkey (yeah)
My brother just got him an AP (yeah)
I love ridin' in the luxury whip but I could pop out in a GT (yeah)
City girls on me, no J.T
BBL on that b*tch, look crazy (yeah)
Scam guys on my team, money jumpin' out the gym, it's crazy
The wock had just hit, I'm finna f*ck around get a Mercedes
I just scored on Oxycontin, get in my zone throw back a lil .80
Young n*gga so turnt, yeah I'm 19 with 3 keys
I ain't mention that I'm off the drugs, hopin' that dope don't kill my kidneys
Hop on the beat I demolish the sh*t
f*ck school, dropped out of college so quick
Clutchin' on pro tools I got a .9 on my hip
Got a pro mag call it a (?) clip
b*tch I'm a diamond boy feel like I'm frozen
b*tch want that di*k, told her hold on
I got a horse on my shirt, it's Polo
Sippin hunnid horses in the stolo
Nеw stick new stick, I'm lit
Yeah my b*tch so bad, man she lit
Tеll her pop yo sh*t we finna be rich
Gotta car on my wrist you hatin' b*tch
Tryna spend the racks at YSL, got some n*ggas in the cell
If they got a bond, my shootas getting bailed
Perc 30s in the mail
I gotta sip b*tch I'm tryna get high as hell
[Verse 2]
Shout out lil Sosa he went redkey (yeah)
My brother just got him an AP (yeah)
I love ridin' in the luxury whip but I could pop out in a GT (yeah)
City girls on me, no J.T
BBL on that b*tch, look crazy (yeah)
Scam guys on my team, money jumpin' out the gym, it's crazy
The wock had just hit, I'm finna f*ck around get a Mercedes
I just scored on Oxycontin, get in my zone throw back a lil .80
Young n*gga so turnt, yeah I'm 19 with 3 keys
I ain't mention that I'm off the drugs, hopin' that dope don't kill my kidneys
Hop on the beat I demolish the sh*t
f*ck school, dropped out of college so quick
Clutchin' on pro tools I got a .9 on my hip
Got a pro mag call it a (?) clip
b*tch I'm a diamond boy feel like I'm frozen
b*tch want that di*k, told her hold on
I got a horse on my shirt, it's Polo
I just poured my cup but I'm finna pour more
New stick new stick, I'm lit
Yeah my b*tch so bad, man she lit
Tell her pop yo sh*t we finna be rich
Gotta car on my wrist you hatin' b*tch
Tryna spend the racks at YSL, got some n*ggas in the cell
If they got a bond, my shootas getting bailed
Perc 30s in the mail
I gotta sip b*tch I'm tryna get high as hell