I'm on that dope again, I'm on that flow again Switch up the flow again, yeah, yeah (Switch it) Flyer than a parachute, grippin' that pole again I'm on that oil again, yeah, yeah Candy in the cup, gotta get paid (What?) King of the streets (Yeah), young nigga made Sprayin' up the crowd, takе it to the grave Ain't having problems, I'm sipping thе Barre Shoutout to Dallas, my bitch is a star Nigga get rich, better take it to war (Yeah) Piss on your casket, shoot at your broad Do you somethin' nasty, roll you in a 'gar Bitch get graphic, fuck me in a car I get you a brand new Rollie tomorrow I put a brand new Rollie on your arm Ain't moving slow but I'm still on oil (Skrrt) Tennis bracelets and they came with the frost (Frost) Cuban links all the way up to your jaw (All the way up) Step up the swag when I step on a broad Two dollar a half, ooh, that's the cheapest one Stacking these hundreds up, like coupons Told you from the begin, upper echelon I get to stacking up, I'm untouchable I get to represent, money multiple I'm at the top of the charts, unapproachable Bread by the loaf, turbo the motor Tic-Tac-Toe, kill another vulture Selling the bowls, bitch do yoga I deserve awards, serving these boulders A hundred grand large when I shop, that's the total Fill up the garage, bitch, I'm a mogul Ain't no facadin', ain't no fugazi I jump it off, I get paid Drop top Royce, I'm going crazy I push off, smoking on haze Not tryna floss, Cartier shades
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