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I just pulled up, big bag, five racks
Flying on these hoes, I don't need no help nah
I just pulled up, big bag, five racks
Flying on these hoes, I don't need no help nah

I'm coming thru with the light stack
Talking all dat smoke I send it right back
Like shit Dripz I swear they be talking that smoke
Why they talking them commas when it's period they broke
I don't know BigLuke but I got Bape like a troop
The Beamer ride with bands I got twenty times two
That's forty thousand blue bills I'm in love with them bands
Making all this music I'm in love with them fans
I got mad love, no bands that's a heart break
Margella on my kicks, I'm kicking bricks I learned the hard way
Yellow mellow apple the bros got the hella fanta
Christmas hella near I gotta hella hoes like I'm santa
Best believe that keep me a good handle
Silly run up on me he gone get his ass sample
Costco looking ass need to get yo ass a taste
You was copying my bars looking copying and paste
Charged up xaned out bitch I'm so lifted
I don't need yo hand out bitch, I'm so gifted
No handouts no groupies no fake love don't need it
Need to cash out quick making flip imma keep it
The Beamer double red, when I pull up I'm da topic
No Reggie's hoe no mids I be smoking on exotic
They talking not walking they get up out my face
I'm balling not falling that's playing on the ace

I just pulled up, big bag, five racks
Flying on these hoes, I don't need no help nah
I just pulled up, big bag, five racks
Flying on these hoes, I don't need no help nah
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I just pulled up, big bag, five racks
Flying on these hoes, I don't need no help nah
I just pulled up, big bag, five racks
Flying on these hoes, I don't need no help nah

I'm coming thru with the light stack
Talking all dat smoke I send it right back
Like shit Dripz I swear they be talking that smoke
Why they talking them commas when it's period they broke
I don't know BigLuke but I got Bape like a troop
The Beamer ride with bands I got twenty times two
That's forty thousand blue bills I'm in love with them bands
Making all this music I'm in love with them fans
I got mad love, no bands that's a heart break
Margella on my kicks, I'm kicking bricks I learned the hard way
Yellow mellow apple the bros got the hella fanta
Christmas hella near I gotta hella hoes like I'm santa
Best believe that keep me a good handle
Silly run up on me he gone get his ass sample
Costco looking ass need to get yo ass a taste
You was copying my bars looking copying and paste
Charged up xaned out bitch I'm so lifted
I don't need yo hand out bitch, I'm so gifted
No handouts no groupies no fake love don't need it
Need to cash out quick making flip imma keep it
The Beamer double red, when I pull up I'm da topic
No Reggie's hoe no mids I be smoking on exotic
They talking not walking they get up out my face
I'm balling not falling that's playing on the ace

I just pulled up, big bag, five racks
Flying on these hoes, I don't need no help nah
I just pulled up, big bag, five racks
Flying on these hoes, I don't need no help nah
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