Yeah
Uh uh uh
Yeah
Wake up in the morning, put my jewels on
Bitch I'm a thug, don't rock AMIRI , I put my trues on
Army fatigue, Patek Philippe, I put my troops on
I mix gelato with a thot, hoe shit hit too strong
Take off my shirt, I feel like Gucci, man, in 06
I'm pushin' p slide thru the streets, watch how I lane switch
I'm polo down Versace gowns, that's for my main bitch
This chopper squeeze, shoot it with ease no you can't save shit
I do some tricks, you won't believe, some David Blaine shit
I mix margiela with the Rav I'm on some paid shit
They see me up, these niggas stuck , I know they hate this
I'm up off ten blunts and a bottle, sat down and made this
Got on a mink coat, when I'm poppin' out, gettin' to the money
Niggas broke, they ain't got no motion, never sold a junkie
At 9 years old , walked up in the trap, see my uncle serve an onion
Keep a pole, we gon' up the score, cause I can't die young
I'm movin' slow, bitch, I'm off a four, wokeisha up to somethin
I'm in the trenches, hope I die rich, cause bitch, I came from nothin
I live in hell, niggas castin' spells, but I know them angels comin
Step on shit, if I up the gen you know that danger coming
Yeah Yeah
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Yeah
Uh uh uh
Yeah
Wake up in the morning, put my jewels on
Bitch I'm a thug, don't rock AMIRI , I put my trues on
Army fatigue, Patek Philippe, I put my troops on
I mix gelato with a thot, hoe shit hit too strong
Take off my shirt, I feel like Gucci, man, in 06
I'm pushin' p slide thru the streets, watch how I lane switch
I'm polo down Versace gowns, that's for my main bitch
This chopper squeeze, shoot it with ease no you can't save shit
I do some tricks, you won't believe, some David Blaine shit
I mix margiela with the Rav I'm on some paid shit
They see me up, these niggas stuck , I know they hate this
I'm up off ten blunts and a bottle, sat down and made this
Got on a mink coat, when I'm poppin' out, gettin' to the money
Niggas broke, they ain't got no motion, never sold a junkie
At 9 years old , walked up in the trap, see my uncle serve an onion
Keep a pole, we gon' up the score, cause I can't die young
I'm movin' slow, bitch, I'm off a four, wokeisha up to somethin
I'm in the trenches, hope I die rich, cause bitch, I came from nothin
I live in hell, niggas castin' spells, but I know them angels comin
Step on shit, if I up the gen you know that danger coming
Yeah Yeah
Uh uh uh
Yeah
Wake up in the morning, put my jewels on
Bitch I'm a thug, don't rock AMIRI , I put my trues on
Army fatigue, Patek Philippe, I put my troops on
I mix gelato with a thot, hoe shit hit too strong
Take off my shirt, I feel like Gucci, man, in 06
I'm pushin' p slide thru the streets, watch how I lane switch
I'm polo down Versace gowns, that's for my main bitch
This chopper squeeze, shoot it with ease no you can't save shit
I do some tricks, you won't believe, some David Blaine shit
I mix margiela with the Rav I'm on some paid shit
They see me up, these niggas stuck , I know they hate this
I'm up off ten blunts and a bottle, sat down and made this
Got on a mink coat, when I'm poppin' out, gettin' to the money
Niggas broke, they ain't got no motion, never sold a junkie
At 9 years old , walked up in the trap, see my uncle serve an onion
Keep a pole, we gon' up the score, cause I can't die young
I'm movin' slow, bitch, I'm off a four, wokeisha up to somethin
I'm in the trenches, hope I die rich, cause bitch, I came from nothin
I live in hell, niggas castin' spells, but I know them angels comin
Step on shit, if I up the gen you know that danger coming
Yeah Yeah
Writer: Dallas Stevens
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