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Slide to the top niggas they hate and they facking
My niggas on spot we jugging we clapping
My youngest still hot we ballin we flexing
Snitch niggas pop they cry and they dying
We ran out for ops they asking fuck talking
In the trap with my bloc we selling we counting
My niggas get lot we rapping we trapping
Bitch Im gon blow up I pray and
Gridding
Yo niggas get nothing and pussy he Lacking
In the club I just turn up
Fuck all these bitchess they lying and They bluffing
Boy Imma boss and my time is just Coming, I shine and I'm dripping
Stay on my line and i race and I
Chasing
In my zone I be wipping and I Sipping
You said you gon coming but right Now

Don't need no bitchess they asking For money but now I'm to busy
I'm in the store, you looking for Something buy the new rolly
Pullin my car I race and I'm far police Can't track me
Go in my house I see own baby don't need no shorty cause they look so Goofy
Pull up my show I'm bossing and I'm Jumping
See all my fans, they scream and they Love me
I got the bands my dream is just Coming
Fuck all these lame they need me for Money
Get out my face us little dummy
Don't need no fake I live my life Happy
I stay on god and now I'm so lucky
I got the fame you see me on tv
Trust me it's true niggas say fact news They be lack

Drop my new track, slide in my dm I Gotta contract
I take a flight and I'm out of the map Diamonds like water and I'm flipping Some racks
Niggas talk too much but I stay relaxe

Fuck what you talking my niggas They killing they all in my trap
Sorry yo showrty pull on my dick she Tryna finesse but she just take slap
My young niggas runnig and playing With the strap
See me come up and my time is to Show off
Niggas they hidding when I'm on the Bloc
See me with drip and I sip in my cup
Smoke on some pounds with my Niggas we blow off
Imma big leader i shine imma baller

Look on my post lot of fake lot of
Hatter I don't give a fuck i do money So faster

No complain Imma big winner
Pop with champagne with all my Brother
I do some pose and my hustler
I make a call it's Kristine Dior
Don't need no hoes I ball like the Goats
See me on top and You know I enjoy
Throw lot of money and I chill on My boat
You ain't not see me I fly like a ghost



Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Benitez
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