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Made my niggas a promise, I told my niggas we gon' be rich forever
Lil' boy stop that bappin', SG really gettin' shit together
I could care less bout some beef, just want to stack me up some cheddar
Spin while it's two degrees outside, my niggas don't give a f*ck bout no weather

We spinnin' rain, sleet, and snow, don't give no f*ck, we stay on go
He tried to run, get hit with about four not at his legs
We tapped that fro, the way we out here scorin' buckets
Me and my niggas, coulda went pro, I f*cked a lil' hoe to the flow

Ask do I love her, I don't know
Can't wait till both my wrists don't froze, Ice flash like a camera , bitch, strike you a pose
Bitch know what SG tell her, go if you don't like it, bitch, hit the door
I'm tryin' to get some fast shit to treat the Jakes and beat the road

My shorty bounce out, yeah, you five just like Kentavious Caldwell-Pope
And since I started this rappin' shit, felt like I gave my niggas hope
I know it all don't come in one day, I gotta have patience
This shit be slow, lil' bitch, up on my line

She say she want the dick, all in her throat
But after that, bitch, we can't chill, get on my face, you gotta go
I'm tryin' to get to number one, you broke-ass niggas
Y'all my sons, bitch, on my waist, I keep a gun

A nigga run up his ass, done you spin up on me
Must be dumb, I send a nigga to the sun
Pockets heavy, I'm big pun, my neck and wrist that bitch a pond
She mad as hell, I don't respond

Ain't the type I like, I'm not too fond
You broke as hell, get in the jam
Your lil' ass can't even pay your bond
Come through and put some shit on a poster

You would think I was LeBron
This shit real life, not call of duty
We clap you up, you can't respawn
Goodnight