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[hook]
i put vvss in my ears and rings (and that’s usual)
i buy louis bags with b-tches on my team (and that’s usual)
i just bought a coupe don’t come out 2013 (and that’s usual)
i take mollies and i mix it with the lean (and that’s usual)
man i turn up on these n-gg-s every time (it’s what i usually do)
got a million dollars worth of f-ckin’ dimes (it’s what i usually do)
any time a n-gg- in the vip (this what i usually do)
order, hundred rolls, these bottles are on me (and that’s usual)

[verse 1]
my cup pink, my blunt stink
my bankroll, it won’t fold
i’m out of here, in pluto
have a two-door and a four-door
in the same day, got two b-tches go both ways
they eatin’ good like a sunday
i’m a fly guy like a runway
my jacket leather with a little suede
i’m king, baby, david yurman
i’m a sp-ce cadet, i ain’t even human
get adios in sixty seconds
i’m out of here like george jetson
in the air with the kush and plane
take a pain killer, take away the pain
real street n-gg-, take away the fame
i switch lanes with your main dame
rock chuck taylors with the spikes on ‘em
my ear lobes’ve got ice on ‘em
my main thing, keep ice on her
with a big bag and some red bottoms
i spit fire, that real lava
i’m a superstar, and i’m a real problem
when i’m in the club, send a hundred bottles
send a hundred b-tches and they all models
champagne, pour it like it’s water
my chain sw-ng, it’s h20
them clear diamonds, they shine and glow
i’m makin’ movies like hbo
i’m strapped up with the four-four
i’m from lil’ mexico, i’ll take your hoe
i f-ck with haiti like lorenzo

[hook]

[verse 2]
i’m on miley cyrus, got more style than any stylist
see a pretty face with a bad body
she right beside me like a chain on
my frames on, they christian dior, i’m draped to the floor
i hustle that blow like you shootin’ it up
i’m throwin’ that money like shootin’ it up
i’m rastafarian jamaican tough
i’m back, why puff? i’m big in these streets
i’m so high right now i can’t feel my feet
i’m in ferragamo, i’m in double g
that’s gucci, young gucci, from head to my feet
i’m geeked off the money like i snorted p
i turn up, i turn up, it’s no one can compete
i broke the kn-b off and they vanished, capisce?
i can’t see you, even though you see me
i’m back on my one-two, hookin’ up peru
more money, more problems – what i’mma do?
i’m inside the zoo, i’m gone off that screw
guerrilla warfare, chopping it loose
i hop in the coupe, 200 on dash
my b-tch very bad, my money come fast
the bottle’s on fire like the 4th of july
designer my eyes, designer my hoes
designer my clothes, we pourin’ up fours
my jewelry froze, make commas and os
it’s all i know, me and franks
grants and jacks, i’m playin’ with a sack
i take my b-tch and let her play with them stacks
i’ll take me a blunt and stuff it ‘til it’s fat
if it’s 1000, that’s real facts
if it’s og, that’s that loud pack

[hook]

- future atl

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