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Rollies, Patek Philippes
Free dem boys
I'm really nine and O, youngin', catch my drift?
Opps wanna score so bad, they'll prolly stretch my bitch

I'm like, "Please, please"
Richard, Rollies, Patek Phillipes
Still whip stuff, still gun shit down
Club, brought the check, f*ck around and get fined
Main bitch a ten still
If I don't wanna f*ck her, my mans will
Lotta undercovers in the hood now
Free dem boys, I'm good now

I'm like, "Please, she obsessed"
Run off with a quarter, get stretched (bah)
I bought lawyers for all of my niggas
Even though I'm rich, ain't payin' no ticket (at all)
Chase that bag, I'ma chase that chicken (yeah)
Give my last, "Bro, whack that witness"
Still drop fives, I'ma stand on that
Hunnid grams, put a hunnid grams on that
Duggy in the 'burbs, my fans O-D
Prolly on Dre if it ain't on me
Young nigga got heart, shit can't be taught
So I roll with them young niggas y'all can't teach
Duck, shoot, f*ck school
Still get forty-six for my Blues
'21 years, nigga, when I zoom
'21 Track', nigga, when I skirt
Still servin' crack, nigga, not Percs
Fifteen racks, youngin' on go
Prolly made fifty thousand off weed
Ain't no jokin' 'round, sellin' like dope
'Fore I pour out, Drekk favorite line, "Dugg, slow down"
She love Chanel with her toes out
F*ck wastin' time, what we on now?
I'm like, "Please, please"
Might get forty-eight for these jeans
Keepin' in contacts with the fiends (come here)
Sprite been goin' up like lean
I miss Woo, nigga, I miss Reece
I miss Neff, nigga, I miss Skeet
Bullets killed Lou, damn near killed me
I can't even go and talk to his son
Life been hard, ain't been no fun
Caught two cases, still blow my gun
Hunnid M race, after that I quit
Coco Chanel all on my bitch
Quarter million easy, nigga, ask about me
If I ain't had weed, then I had the mouse
Check that couch, yeah

I'm like, "Please, please"
Richard, Rollies, Patek Phillipes
Still whip stuff, still gun shit down
Club, brought the chain, f*ck around and get fired
Main bitch a ten still
If I don't wanna f*ck her, my mans will
Lotta undercovers in the hood now
Free dem boys, I'm good now
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Rollies, Patek Philippes
Free dem boys
I'm really nine and O, youngin', catch my drift?
Opps wanna score so bad, they'll prolly stretch my bitch

I'm like, "Please, please"
Richard, Rollies, Patek Phillipes
Still whip stuff, still gun shit down
Club, brought the check, f*ck around and get fined
Main bitch a ten still
If I don't wanna f*ck her, my mans will
Lotta undercovers in the hood now
Free dem boys, I'm good now

I'm like, "Please, she obsessed"
Run off with a quarter, get stretched (bah)
I bought lawyers for all of my niggas
Even though I'm rich, ain't payin' no ticket (at all)
Chase that bag, I'ma chase that chicken (yeah)
Give my last, "Bro, whack that witness"
Still drop fives, I'ma stand on that
Hunnid grams, put a hunnid grams on that
Duggy in the 'burbs, my fans O-D
Prolly on Dre if it ain't on me
Young nigga got heart, shit can't be taught
So I roll with them young niggas y'all can't teach
Duck, shoot, f*ck school
Still get forty-six for my Blues
'21 years, nigga, when I zoom
'21 Track', nigga, when I skirt
Still servin' crack, nigga, not Percs
Fifteen racks, youngin' on go
Prolly made fifty thousand off weed
Ain't no jokin' 'round, sellin' like dope
'Fore I pour out, Drekk favorite line, "Dugg, slow down"
She love Chanel with her toes out
F*ck wastin' time, what we on now?
I'm like, "Please, please"
Might get forty-eight for these jeans
Keepin' in contacts with the fiends (come here)
Sprite been goin' up like lean
I miss Woo, nigga, I miss Reece
I miss Neff, nigga, I miss Skeet
Bullets killed Lou, damn near killed me
I can't even go and talk to his son
Life been hard, ain't been no fun
Caught two cases, still blow my gun
Hunnid M race, after that I quit
Coco Chanel all on my bitch
Quarter million easy, nigga, ask about me
If I ain't had weed, then I had the mouse
Check that couch, yeah

I'm like, "Please, please"
Richard, Rollies, Patek Phillipes
Still whip stuff, still gun shit down
Club, brought the chain, f*ck around and get fired
Main bitch a ten still
If I don't wanna f*ck her, my mans will
Lotta undercovers in the hood now
Free dem boys, I'm good now
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Writer: Aleksandr Poroshin, Dion Hayes, Monique Diamond, Tyler McCann
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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