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[intro]
woah
huh, yeah
yeah, what? yeah
b_tch

[verse 1]
all this money comin’ fast, i gotta keep an order
even though i rap, still in the trap, i might just take your order
don’t give no f_ck, i can’t go broke, i put that on my daughter
i d_mn, sh_t, but my pinky ring a f_ckin’ quarter (yeah)
we hit they block, them n_ggas drop and they talk to reporters
i got a brand new b_tch, her p_ssy wet like rainforest, huh
f_ck them n_ggas, speak on me, they better check the score, huh
they know what’s up, if they want war, then we gon’ give ’em war (huh)
yeah, bad b_tch, her ass fat, shе need to win an award
the other day, i just had court, so i wore tom ford
yеah, we throw money on these wh0res, get it off the floor
ain’t like these n_ggas, you can’t put me in their category
don’t call my phone about no b_tch, no, that ain’t player, john
yeah, she gon’ wanna eat the d_ck when she smell my cologne
i told my son, “just keep it real,” that’s in his chromosome
and i can’t never turn on quill, lil’ bro my backbone
i can’t buy no p_ssy from her, but i got racks on me
ain’t none of these young n_ggas with me dykin’, but they got straps on ’em
my country boy, he on the way, i put the tax on him
lil’ bro ain’t never worked on calls, but he gon’ jack somethin’
phew, phew, phew, he gon’ switch somethin’
i just popped a perc’, n_gga, f_ck your b_tch, i’m tryna stick somethin’
f_ck these n_ggas, i watch they ass go broke ‘fore i fix somethin’
i told the b_tch to dry this f_ckin’ dope, i buy her some ricks or somethin’
[verse 2]
everybody rich in the spot
yeah, how many choppers we got? (prrt)
how many switches we got? (shh)
shut up, lil’ ho, and keep workin’ that pot
i just been stackin’ the guap
put the sh_t up ’til this sh_t dry rot
pull up and i drop my top, huh
ain’t gotta pay for no parking spot
diamonds all over my neck, water
turn this sh_t up, man, i had to go harder
we made the trap spot jump like the quarters
one_five on my back, feel like vince carter
skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, hmm
new trackhawk, this motherf_cker roarin’
i’m in your city, i’ll leave in the mornin’
new opp pack strong, this sh_t here blowin’

[verse 3]
i give a f_ck about the money, this sh_t get blew like h_rn
i know i get this sh_t right back ’cause i know what i’m doin’
i gotta keep that f_ckin’ glock, no matter which way i’m goin’
them n_ggas ain’t never hit my block, so how the f_ck they scorin’?
pff, woo, we got it f_ckin’ snowin’
b_tch say she wanna get her a zone 6 n_gga, she know we the cream of the corn
across the c_n_l, that’s where i was born
counted that count like i hit by a storm
racks on me, sh_t long like an arm
huh, these b_tches got p_ssies showin’ (get off gang)
what? b_tch, yes, i deserve to shine
give a f_ck ’bout what they say, one thing they do, respect my mind
last n_gga died when he crossed that line
put switch on him, now his mama ‘nem cryin’
how the f_ck the blind gon’ lead the blind?
turn my hood up, this sh_t with ’em every time

- yung mal

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