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[Intro]
(That n*gga, Mir made the beat, here we go again)
Ayy

[Verse]
And this a big body Benz
I'm better off alone, I ain't coming with no friends
A brand new Glock, yeah, this a fifth-gen
I done did so many skits, my new name Big Spin
I ain't never chased the b*tch, all these n*ggas chasin' clout
And this ain't Casamigos when your b*tch opened her mouth
It's money on the floor, I just found another route
They say I'm underrated 'til I buy another house
A island in the kitchen, finna pay the master chef
And I'ma chase some chicken 'til I take my last breath
I'm better off alone, but I'm still from the set
They tryna say they love me, but I'm steel to the neck
I'm finna shoot a vid, I just gotta grab some juice
They tappin' all the phones, hopin' they could find a clue
They see me all on tour, b*tch, this show thirty-two
Them sold-out dates, me and brother got the juice
Now every time I stop, I'ma have to take a picture
Quagen or the Tris, I don't really drink liquor
Auntie count me out, she said I had a bad temper
Now we sellin' out shows from December to December
n*gga, I'm gettin' lost in this cup
I fell out with some members, I been feelin' like it's up
Nobody see the grind, they be feelin' like it's luck
If I can't trust a friend, who the f*ck I'm 'posed to trust?
Huh, n*gga, it's me and baby back-bo-back
Them people watchin', n*gga tryna catch me with the strap
My cousin hella young, but he tryna catch a hat
It ain't no tuck spot, he got that b*tch on his lap
Look, the penthouse got the loft
I'm out the way with my rich partner playin' golf
Some old-school drip, this a shirt by Lacoste
This n*gga mad at me 'cause he thirty and he lost
It's 2024, if you broke, that's a choice
Brother, I'm the face of this sh*t and you the voice
I just wanna drop a whole six in a Royce
We made it out the trenches, we ain't really have a choice
It ain't no goin' back when your house behind the gate
These n*ggas just now gettin' hip, they too late
The chopper got a grip, when I squeeze it, it'll shake
I dropped two EPs, now they finna get the tape
Just rolled another 'Wood, I'ma smoke it to the face
They left a n*gga dead and they barely left a trace
It hurt to see me win like I'm sprayin' hella mace
Every time I go to sleep, I dream of yellow tape
And I don't got no feelings, I just poured 'em in the Sprite
I'm swervin' through the city, I ain't stoppin' at no lights
This n*gga speakin' on me, better pray he got his pipe
They got a n*gga gone, that sh*t got me feelin' right