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Since a youngin ain't no bluffin I was dead broke
Smokin loud, yeah the concussion, blow that damn dope
If you hatin, boy my niggas let it damn go
Been the topic of discussion, I'm the man so
Paintin on my lil bitch body like I'm Van Gogh
I'm a artist babygirl, I'll never damn go
Bitch I'm stuntin, pay the price, they make you damn go
I been grindin all my life, that's for these bands woah

Snuck the tool in this bitch, these niggas plottin, that's a damn no
My bros keep that rocket, best believe they let it damn go
Dishin, yeah I'm ballin like I'm Stockton, I was dead broke
Now everywhere I go, yeah I got options, I'm the damn goat
My bitch keep a J up in her pocket, roll that damn dope
These hoes they been watching, yeah they know I got the bands oh
If it's for the profit, yeah you know that imma damn go
Now I'm makin hits, tryn get my niggas out the bando
Thought she was the shit, that lil bitch played me like a banjo
I say free big booda, bitch I do this for my damn bro
My bro keep a ruler, case he sensin any damn smoke
And if he get the poppin, bodies droppin for the damn low
Droppin for the damn low
Girl I got the bands, woah
Take off, I skyrocket, straight to Venus where I damn go
Straight hits ain't no floppin, understand this been the plan tho
And you know my top droppin, catch me swervin in a lambo

Since a youngin ain't no bluffin I was dead broke
Smokin loud, yeah the concussion, blow that damn dope
If he hatin, boy my niggas let it damn go
Been the topic of discussion, I'm the man so
Paintin on my lil bitch body like I'm Van Gogh
I'm a artist babygirl, I'll never damn go
Bitch I'm stuntin, pay the price, they make you damn go
I been grindin all my life, for all these bands woah

I'm blowin gas, driving fast, baby I been stuntin
Bitches chase, niggas hatin, but girl it's all for nothing
Skipping states for the bank, baby I been stuntin
Stray from the fakes, they just hate, girl that shit ain't nothin
You don't know me, step back from me, my bros get the bussin
My bitch a stoney, so you know we keep a J of somethin
If you a phony, I don't wanna hear a lick of nothin
I ain't ya homie, nigga you look like you up to somethin
Need a Rollie on my wrist, with diamonds that be bussin
Lou Vuitton all on my hips, Vitani up to somethin
On my grind, I'm on my shit, she told me I was nothin
Tryn make them millions, cookin hits, knew I was meant for somethin
Cop a house out on a cliff, Vitani keep em wonderin
Girl I promise I'm the shit, so if they hatin f*ck em
Been on my grind, I'm too legit, don't need no reconstruction
My peace of mind, don't ever trip, I'm in my spaceship hoverin