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Pull up on yo block
All of my niggas got grip on that glock
Diamonds be drippin all up on my clock
Move with the gang you can call it a flock
I can't trust these niggas I'm uppin that pole
They switch for a dollar they just like a hoe
I do this forever not sellin my soul
A nigga want beef nigga we got the smoke
I'm making my profit I buy what I want
I made my own money I do what I want
I'm f*cking yo bitch and I'm f*ckin yo aunt
My diamonds they wet yea they just like a pond
I hit from the back yea she say that it hurt
Her pussy gon fart yea her pussy gon squirt
You holding me back from whatever I'm chasing I won't hesitate to leave you in the dirt
You know I'm that nigga can't f*ck with no sucker
Gucci the jacket and Gucci the buckle
On OBG nigga them is my brothers
Slide thru the beat jus like it was a rubber
I got that water not talkin bout thunder
Yo bitch at my crib she be making you wonder
You talkin tall ima call up my gunner
Count up the money I count up the numbers
Smokin that gas bitch I'm goin thru pounds
Holes in yo house left a couple of rounds
Taking no Ls nigga we not the browns
I'm repping south west nigga this is my ground
I just do me you don't like it then leave
Bitch I be ballin I'm making a three
All of these dollars is what I recieve
Can't trust these niggas they fake like a weave
I made my own money bitch I'm independent
Bitch I need to watch all this money I'm spending
I don't give a f*ck nigga I don't regret it
I just spent a bag on a chain and a pendant
Downtown with yo bitch and I won't spend a penny
I'm feeling light headed I'm off of that henny
I'm swerving the lambo Im swerving the Bentley
I'm eating the beat like some f*cking spaghetti
Eating the beat like some f*ckin spaghetti
All of these chains man they so f*ckin heavy
Up at the top best believe that we ready
F*ckin that bitch put some dick in her belly
F*ckin that bitch put some dick in her stomach
I do not think nigga I just say f*ck it
Rocks on my ear bitch I'm wearing a nugget
Davoo be on it and he gonna run it
Smokin that gas bitch I'm talkin to God
U say u bout it but nigga u fraud
I'm making yo bitch and yo momma applaud
I got that pole I got that rod
I got some diamonds all up on this chain
Bullets be flying u might think it's rain
All of my niggas be bringing that pain
Just like a concussion go straight to yo brain bitch