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Yeah, yeah
(Lucent made it)
Yeah
Quando Rondo (QRN)
(Yo Vicky)

Money in my britches, I'm saggin', my mama don't like it
I'm swagin', but fuck it, I'm keepin' my ratchet
I ran up some cabbage, them trenches, the bricks wrapped in plastic, you want it, come get it, we taxin'
Them pistols be clappin', we rollin' 'em up in a Swisher or Backy, you know that we happy what happened
These niggas claimin' they heart be so cold when be rappin', but really be hoes and be cappin'

Rappin' and trappin', an entrepeneur
Clean my shoe with a napkin, I came out the sewer (Grrah)
Assassination had came off the loot
Fuck all that waitin', like Nike, just do it
Watchin' Ziggy and Peezy whippin' Martha Stewart
Infiniti 20, had to 22 it (Skrrt)
These niggas, they envy, glizzy, up and shoot it
I'm rockin' Fendi, speakin' to the jeweler
Touchdown like I'm playin' for Dallas
My nigga came home, then went right back to trappin'
I fuck the baddest bitches from Atlanta
I feel like the baddest bitches from Savannah
Yellow interior Hellcat mustard
Try to come and catch up, I don't fuck with you busters
I'ma put up a bucket
All in fourth quarter, I'm hittin' the buzzer
Skinny nigga, but I got plenty muscle

Got a plug, that's a Migo, I take off, no rocket
R.I.P. Takeoff, I'm keepin' my rocket
Tryna get me some kilos to put on my partner
I came up from zero, breakin' in apartments
I can't change up on Leaky Loco, that's my partner
Single somethin', you really know 'cause we got choppers
I can't put on no Jeezy song, really he ain't solid
He say, "Fuck the loyalty," to make a profit
And if you ain't loyal, I don't want you 'round
I know you can't afford what I'm whippin' through town
Love to wear Dickies suits when I'm gettin' off pound
Walk in Saks with the crew, leavin' out, drip or drown
Not the regular boots, this the new YSL
Got a stretcher for you when he walk out that cell
I'ma spend all these blues on the bags of Chanel
Fuck it, spin they whole crew, we gon' really bring hell

Rappin' and trappin', an entrepeneur
Clean my shoe with a napkin, I came out the sewer (Grrah)
Assassination had came off the loot
Fuck all that waitin', like Nike, just do it
Watchin' Ziggy and Peezy whippin' Martha Stewart
Infiniti 20, had to 22 it (Skrrt)
These niggas, they envy, glizzy, up and shoot it
I'm rockin' Fendi, speakin' to the jeweler
Touchdown like I'm playin' for Dallas
My nigga came home, then went right back to trappin'
I fuck the baddest bitches from Atlanta
I feel like the baddest bitches from Savannah
Yellow interior Hellcat mustard
Try to come and catch up, I don't fuck with you busters
I'ma put up a bucket
All in fourth quarter, I'm hittin' the buzzer
Skinny nigga, but I got plenty muscle

Gangster, the way, you should take it
R.I.P. to my pocket, they filled with dead faces
Burn a sack off the car, we not catchin' no cases
Swerve the 'Cat off the lot, should've looked at they faces
.38 that revolver, it's keepin' the cases
All these commas keep comin', it's stuck in the basement
Pullin' up on your corner, we servin', no waitress
Chopper go, "Duh-duh-duh," make it sound like Fantasia
All these black and white diamonds, they think that I'm racist
You a rat, black and white, I done read all the pages
Bitch, I'm one of the hardest, that ain't no debate shit
I'm one of the artists that's uppin' the laser
No time for waitin', I want it, I get it
Fuck all the patience, I got that on riches
Gotta put on my mask 'cause I know I'm the sickest
I know I'm the illest, I know I'm the trillest

Rappin' and trappin', an entrepeneur
Clean my shoe with a napkin, I came out the sewer (Grrah)
Assassination had came off the loot
Fuck all that waitin', like Nike, just do it
Watchin' Ziggy and Peezy whippin' Martha Stewart
Infiniti 20, had to 22 it (Skrrt)
These niggas, they envy, glizzy, up and shoot it
I'm rockin' Fendi, speakin' to the jeweler
Touchdown like I'm playin' for Dallas
My nigga came home, then went right back to trappin'
I fuck the baddest bitches from Atlanta
I feel like the baddest bitches from Savannah
Yellow interior Hellcat mustard
Try to come and catch up, I don't fuck with you busters
I'ma put up a bucket
All in fourth quarter, I'm hittin' the buzzer
Skinny nigga, but I got plenty muscle