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(8-808)
EBK shit, give a fuck what you bang, you can die right now if you think you gon´ try
Niggas claimin´ they gang-gang but they ain´t gang ´cause I´m sittin´ right here with Lone right now

And I´m rollin´ right now, off the drank, yeah, I´m loaded right now

I pull up with like fifteen black trucks, I feel like the president
Two hundred and fifty thousand, yeah, that´s how my day was spent
I stuff that shit in my trousers, yeah-yeah-yeah, they Givenchy

What I spent on lean, I could´ve went and bought Mercedes-Benz
She said she feelin´ me but I think I wanna go and fuck her friend
I´m on tour, bitch, but I still linked up with the X-Man

Count up money and pourin´ up drank, this shit just like Ed and Eddy
Huh, every day I´m fresh with the swag, I go spendin´
Huh, upside-down cross, all baguettes, go spaghetti

Huh, I´m havin´ new cheese, huh, Lone having fetty
Huh, just like Little Caesars, boy, I know that you ready
Huh, my swag cause a frenzy, got these niggas jealous
And I ain´t got no envy in me, that´s why my pockets heavy

I want the whole loaf, nothin´ less
I want the whole bag, nothin´ less
I poured a whole pint, bitch, nothin´ less
I spent a whole lotta cash, nothin´ less
I ain´t got no envy in me, bitch, that´s why my pockets heavy
I keep counting up the M and M´s, put wifey on my necklace
Me and gang switch the swag up, quick, tell her, "Check it"

I put that bitch in a Jag´, huh, she used to drive a Lexus
I got a bitch with a fat ass, huh, huh, she from Texas
I got this model ho, she super skinny, all she do is neck

I fuck all type of hoes, huh, I´m complex
Like the nigga from Fantastic Four, make the money stretch
I got this bitch throwin´ up O, she throwin´ up the set
I live my life on private, that´s why I´m on the jet

I pull up with like fifteen black trucks, I feel like the president
Two hundred and fifty thousand, yeah, that´s how my day was spent
I stuff that shit in my trousers, yeah-yeah-yeah, they Givenchy

I´m tryna switch up my location, switch my residence

I just bust my wrist down, then I go bust down my bitch
Huh, I´m gettin´ rich now, I ain´t got time for that shit
I keep pourin´ up drank and the way I´m gettin´ sick
I´m with the X-Man, bitch, we like the presidents

Huh, huh, everything I do presidential like the Rollie
VETEMENTS New Rock boots I got on like "Holy moly"
I unfold that Kel-Tec and let that bitch fold it
I live in a hotel, live my life like Zack and Cody
But all these niggas be hatin´ like Mr. Moseby
I told you that I ain´t got no racks, I was gon´ do the most

I´m way ahead of these niggas, man, that shit ain´t even close
I can stop the whole world, yeah, with one post

I pull up with like fifteen black trucks, I feel like the president
Two hundred and fifty thousand, that´s how my day was spent
I stuff that shit in my trousers, yeah, they Givenchy

I stuff them racks in the drawers, yeah-yeah, in my britches