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[intro]
(k money made this)
yeah
number one ghetto boy in this b_tch, n_gga
haha
you already know what’s happenin’ with me, my n_gga
yeah
broke ass n_ggas ain’t never had watches or chains on, cars are real [?]
you already know how we comin’, n_gga, young rich n_gga for real
uh
uh
let’s get it, ayy, ayy, ayy

[verse]
fresh as h_ll at crib for no f_ckin’ reason (yeah)
fresh as h_ll at the crib but i ain’t f_ckin’ leavin’ (i’m just chillin’)
nine hundred dollar shirt, two_thousand dollar sneakers (yeah)
be careful how you run up on me, boy, i run with demons (real demons)
twenty thou’ on me, ain’t tryna hurt nothin’ (i ain’t tryna hurt nothin’)
told that b_tch shoot out of town, she got a purse comin’ (she got a purse comin’)
all that kids scream bingo when that ‘vert comin’
n_ggas know they play with me, they got a he_rs_ comin’ (bah, bah, bah)
twenty thousand on my neck, thirty thousand on my wrist (yeah)
pockets filled up with strips, b_tch, twerk somethin’ (twerk somethin’)
f&n with blue tips, glock 40 with a d_ck
try reachin’ for this sh_t, you gon’ get hurt, bum (bum ass n_gga)
you know i can’t do no song with n_ggas if they told (n_ggas rats)
i don’t wear no f_ckin’ buffs no more, them b_tches old (them b_tches old)
all these bands got me saggin’, i can’t fit my clothes (yeah)
say you want you a new ass, b_tch, come hit the road (let’s hit the road, b_tch)
got the world screamin’ f_ck you, that’s my new sh_t (n_gga, f_ck you)
thirty on this rose gold, that’s my new kit
heard them n_ggas sn_tch your chain and you ain’t do sh_t
they don’t try that sh_t with us ’cause we done blew sh_t (’cause we done blew sh_t)
new amiri jeans, i can’t even fit ’em (can’t even fit in these b_tches)
i don’t buy them b_tches, sh_t, if i can’t hit ’em (n_gga)
i don’t even want the dope if i can’t hit it (f_ck nah)
i ain’t givin’ daps, don’t call me bro ’cause you is not my n_gga
b_tch seen all this ice on me, she say he can get it
we’ll turn off n_ggas’ lights and make him come up missin’ (flraah)
thousand beans in one night, that’s how you come up, n_gga (run it up)
you gon’ get carried off the scene if you run up, n_gga
gucci shirt and belt, i’m like f_ck the sneakers
filled the trunk full of pounds, i’m like f_ck the speakers
i don’t want you bums around, i don’t f_ck with leeches
i don’t even go to church ’cause i don’t trust the preacher (n_gga)
did a tape by myself, i’m like f_ck a feature
dropped out of school in the 12th, i’m like f_ck the teacher
need a blanket on my wrist, my sh_t f_ckin’ freezin’ (brr)
puttin’ freon in the benz, your sh_t overheatin’ (ha)
n_ggas stayin’ with they birds, talkin’ ’bout they movin’ birds
i’m just lookin’, like, oh, word, sh_t ain’t addin’ up
i sold rocks on the curb then moved out to the birds
all these diamonds on my shirt, n_gga, add me up
flexin’ on these n_ggas, got ’em mad as f_ck (n_ggas hurtin’)
talkin’ ’bout so much flexin’, they wanna tie me up (they wanna kidnap me)
word through the grapevine, you wanna line me up
word through the grapevine, they wanna sign me, huh? (huh)
word through the grapevine, we got some money ’round (real cheese)
ain’t talkin’ ’bout no petty sh_t, a couple hundred thousand (real cheese)
boy, you know the stashe protected with a hundred rounds (fact)
we’ll turn your mama crib into a haunted house
better come and get this sh_t because we runnin’ out (hurry up)
better come and get this sh_t, i got one more pound (almost over)
you ain’t really gettin’ chips, you just run your mouth (shut the f_ck up)
sippin’ drank like it’s a fifth, pour me one more ounce (yeah)

- peezy

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