My wrist and neck it look good
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I put the tree in the wood
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Bottles on deck in the club
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Touch me we throwing them slugs
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Pull a gun on you like usher
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Smoke you like smokey Chris tucker
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Street racer lights on the dash
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See the cops mash on the gas (car alert sounds)
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Big nigga I attract attention so fuck it homey imma make it worst
Diamonds on me making tik toks and my wrist look like I'm whipping work
Imma big ass distraction I don't left a few niggas feeling hurt
Brought his bitch I'm vicinity she gave me the eye all I did was smirk
Okay now we got some drama
Nigga think he want a problem
Bullets hiteem to he holla
I had to do the shit ya honor
You just food for the gang
You ain't proving a thang
cctually to give you game
You just proving you lame
You hatas ain't dope as me, I ain't saying that shit jokingly, I'm exactly where I'm sposed to be, all that stairing ain't provoking me, eating good gottem loafing me, keep yo eyes on yo groceries, your attention should be locally, I be dripping on them openly, women love getting close to me, I think I release some dopamine, style as potent as some coca leaf
My wrist and neck it look good
I put the tree in the wood
Bottles on deck in the club
Touch me we throwing them slugs
Pull a gun on you like usher
Smoke you like smokey Chris tucker
Street racer lights on the dash
See the cops mash on the gas
Tell me when this shit hot
I'm just fucking wit you niggas imma big shot
Robert horry to you hatas when my shit drop
Game time i be pointing at my wrist watch
Dame time I'm just sending niggas back home
I got vibranium for a back bone
When it's crunch time you niggas get snacked on
You thought you could fuck wit me got ya facts wroooong
Nigga watch how I talk
This ain't the lingo of lames
This dialect for the gang
Family of winners
Some say a family of hittas
Usually from those we call dinner
Salute to the troops
I'm in my bag
Smoking that gas
I do the dash
Im going fast
Never been last
My foot ain't on pedals then it's in yo ass
I'm killing these chumps
Knew I would win from the jump
Nother body in the trunk
You Niggas is skunk
Trust me this ain't what you want
Don't run that shit you better punt
Big boy I do things lil different
OG's spit game I listened
Seen niggas who didn't get twisted
Broke rules and got one in his Biscuit
Wicked
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My wrist and neck it look good
Light it up
I put the tree in the wood
Light it up
Bottles on deck in the club
Light it up
Touch me we throwing them slugs
Light it up
Pull a gun on you like usher
Light it up
Smoke you like smokey Chris tucker
Light it up
Street racer lights on the dash
Light it up
See the cops mash on the gas (car alert sounds)
Light it up