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Dam
Man the bankroll got my body obes
They stretching my jeans out
Half of pint of that purple not finna do shit
I am taking the green route
Have my demons creeping through yo motherf*cking dreams
Show you what that thing bout
Hell yeah show you what that flame bout
Its good know they aint sliding down for nun
They finna meet this fan propelling them up to the sun
Ill whack a snitch
Then take his bitch
Joy ride his whip for fun
Who counterfeit
Exclusive drip
Mamas boy still fitting her son
Rolie Polie dat cost about a dozen
Colorado sanders on my wrist
Easy bake like a motherf*cking oven
Put dat boy on a motherf*cking dish
F*ck dat shit put that boy in a spliff
Pop lockin G lockin uppin That shit
That money my passion just flipping the bricks
You didn't know i was down like this
I am a hound for the gwalla bitch

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Real deal
I am no f*cking napper
Counting swiss cheese
On her coochie platter
Am a addicted to the guacamole
You addicted to the anchovy
It wasn't that easy i had to go down to the place where nobody ever been
Walked in with a bigger bin then walked out with triple bins
In need of a cullinan so i am creeping on my f*cking opps
With a f*cking rifle
On my f*cking hip
If you know a thing about me
You know nigga like me don't miss
Aint shit to get you put up f*ck nigga i could get you dismissed
In other words i could make your ass no longer exists
See them crying bout my f*cking life that i live and it dont make no sense
I Am the only one who could represent
And its V nation f*ck yall niggas not on shit
Through the V conquered it f*ck nigga you called it quits
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