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[intro]
hoppa in the lab
yeah
let’s go (ayy)
let’s go (lil’ dee)
let’s go
let’s go
let’s go (uh)

[verse 1: dee watkins]
still the same n_gga who was stealin’ out the store (okay)
i’on f_ck with n_ggas why you callin’ me yo’ bro?
my lil’ bro smokin’ weed, poppin’ pills tryna cope (okay)
let me drive while she put it in her mouth, she the goat (woo!)
i_i_i can teach you how to get that money, listen close (yeah)
don’t n0body care ’bout how you feel when you broke, uh
if a n_gga pay with my bread then he toast
let them hollow_tips burn a n_gga throat like a coke (yeah)
[verse 2: dee watkins]
certified hustler all i know is get a check
she can’t leave me alone cause i’m f_ckin’ her the best
i can’t died behind no b_tch but i’m gon’ die for my respect
how the f_ck for you expect for me to fall if i’m bless
apologize show me how you feel with your neck (okay)
if that p_ssy good i’ma send her home with a check
i don’t care about no numbers in no chart, i’m the best
he caught a headshot but he still alive, i’m impressed (ha!)
say the word and i can get him gone through a text
really went from walkin’ from the store to a jet
i just seen a n_gga gleece a hundred through a [?]
2018 i was 18 in a vet

[interlude]
hollup’ n_gga hollup’ b_tch
hollup’ n_gga hollup’ b_tch
hollup’ (lil’ dee)

[chorus]
million dollar n_gga, all i needed was a chance (okay)
took a bad b_tch to puerto rico for a tan (okay)
12 got behind me in the cat so i ran (yeah)
in the club i just mud, i ain’t in this b_tch to dance (let’s go)
all these d_mn rats got me pullin’ up my pants
she say, “why you act like you the sh_t?” cause i am
why you spillin’ lean on them [?] jeans? cause i can
i was broke now i’m tourin’ takin’ pictures with my fans (let’s go)
[verse 3: icewear vezzo]
pull the mud up, pop a skittle and i missed
30 pokin’ out the glock, got extendo in the clip
ride with 20 drac’s like we finna hit a l!ck
keep the clip throw a 50, been a minute since i tripped (yeah)
signed to the streets (yeah)
really step, we gon’ fine him if he reach
ain’t no n_gga try him send a hundred pounds to the v, huh (real)
count that sh_t up by the time me and dee
brodie died then we tweet n_gga’s hoes and they fierce (real)
i put 4 just on a rolls in a year, neck froze need a cure
keep a pole in my amiris
f_ck them n_ggas, b_tch, we young
hit the rolls split the pro’s on the jewelry
i got trap money, street n_gga this rap ain’t money
rollie but sn_tched from us, we gon’ wack someone (b_tch)
count the money 20_ways, i’m a stack junkie
drac’ god i got old paper, you just act

- dee watkins

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