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(Ayy, let that shit ride, Tav)
Skrrt, uh
Let this shit ride
You know I ain´t gon´ let this shit slide, let´s go, let´s go

(I don´t even write this shit myself)
Ayy, I´m in that bitch with your ho (Skrrt-skrrt)
Let´s go, ayy

Say still having bread like Popeye´s
But this time, young nigga smokin´ on spinach
Still ain´t writing shit down, everything off the head
No cap, I ain´t seen me a pen in a minute
Count racks with my manager, back of the Bentley
Ayy, brand new whip, can´t lie, it´s rented
Probably thought it was mine how the bitch came tinted
Five percent, can´t see shit in it

I say my nigga ride with Smiths like Emmitt (Uh)
And these niggas act gangsta, but really be timid
They be puttin´ on a front just to keep up a image (Bitch)

Make a bitch turn her head like Timmy (Gang)
And I´m smokin´ on cookie so I´m still musty (Musty)
Designer head to my feet, remember I was dusty
I got my strap in the party, I hope they don´t touch me (Strap)
Pull up, park the car, hop out, I´m clutchin´
These niggas cheap like crabs, why you say that? (Huh?)
Don´t wanna spend their money, the shit gettin´ crusty
My diamonds water like Harriet Tubman
You can get put in the sky, all that starin´ and muggin´
Just gotta pay somethin´ to see him, I be barely clubbin´
In the field catchin´ plays, I should´ve tried out for rugby

If she tell me she like me, then I know she love me
I got time to lay up, help me count up this money
If you seen what I seen, then you probably would vomit (Probably would vomit)
And this shit that I´m rappin´, I seen it or done it
You can´t take the streets out, you can´t take the hood from me
I just rolled through that bitch with two Glocks and a hundred
If I tell you what I do, probably think that I´m stuntin´
Just bought a Moncler jacket, it´s finna get cold
I say these niggas pussy, don´t stick to the code
Ice cream, rockin´ these shows on the road
Call me Yay Hefner, havin´ these hoes
Bitch do what you say when you havin´ these loads

She told me you lame, always tellin´ her, "No" (No)
Out here like you havin´, but really, you broke (Go, go)
These niggas be cappin´, ain´t havin´ no motion (Niggas be cap)
Ain´t ran up a fifty, you gotta be jokin´ (Jokin´)
If it ain´t a Hemi, it gotta be foreign (Skrrt)
We really got switches when we be out touring
Straight pull up and hit him, I knock out his coins (Boom)
Them diamonds ain´t hittin´, ho, gotta be bronze
Me and my son ballin´, I feel like LeBron (Let´s go)
My lil´ partner, he ain´t been home, he been on the run
And we used to hit licks to get us some funds (Get up)

Ayy, now I do shows and get off the P´s (Now I do shows and get off the )
Big boss, make her get on her knees
And they wiping your nose, so you better not sneeze

Say still having bread like Popeye´s
But this time, young nigga smokin´ on spinach
Still ain´t writing shit down, everything off the head
No cap, I ain´t seen me a pen in a minute
Count racks with my manager, back of the Bentley
Ayy, brand new whip, can´t lie, it´s rented
Probably thought it was mine how the bitch came tinted
Five percent, can´t see shit in it

Nigga a bitch

Gang
This shit still musty
´Member I was