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Gimme yo sneakers nd bankrolls
Me nd gang a la'sum like bangbros
We swung da benz in durangos
Now i be having big dreams about range rovers
If yo tool in my hand den it's game over
One of my skills
Is fuckin a lame over
She wanna get lit
So i came over
To turnt off da liq
I woke up wit a hangover
I put da lean in sum faygo
If you ain't tryna fuck
What's da reason you came for
In my circle you won't see a faggot
Cause in case yeen kno
I'm allergic to rainbows
38 It was tucked in my raincoat
Me nd my nigga
Be sharin da same clothes
We wont fall off for a lame hoe
Get rich or die tryin
Da way dat da game go
If he talkin good numbers
I'm jackin
Ima cheese head like i run wit da packers
Can't sit wit da trappers
I heard you be fakin
Go sit wit da actors
I'll run down on a nigga
Before chasin a bitch
But dats just my opinion tho
No she ain't believe in me
I cut her off
Den i called her a silly hoe
Time in dat cell
Had a young nigga thinkin
Like dis ain't da way to go
So i got out dat bitch
Nd got straight to da bag
She was givin me neck
While i thumb through a check
Im gon make em mad
When i rock out a show
Den hop on a jet
She say dat i sag
She hate how i'm ghetto
But i grew up round da jects
Gimme yo sneakers nd bankrolls
Me nd gang a la'sum like bangbros
We swung da benz in durangos
Now i be having big dreams
About range rovers
If yo tool in my hand den it's game over
One of my skills
Is fuckin a lame over
She wanna get lit
So i came over
To turnt off da liq
I woke up wit a hangover
Me nd gang a la'sum like bangbros
We swung da benz in durangos
Now i be having big dreams about range rovers
If yo tool in my hand den it's game over
One of my skills
Is fuckin a lame over
She wanna get lit
So i came over
To turnt off da liq
I woke up wit a hangover
I put da lean in sum faygo
If you ain't tryna fuck
What's da reason you came for
In my circle you won't see a faggot
Cause in case yeen kno
I'm allergic to rainbows
38 It was tucked in my raincoat
Me nd my nigga
Be sharin da same clothes
We wont fall off for a lame hoe
Get rich or die tryin
Da way dat da game go
If he talkin good numbers
I'm jackin
Ima cheese head like i run wit da packers
Can't sit wit da trappers
I heard you be fakin
Go sit wit da actors
I'll run down on a nigga
Before chasin a bitch
But dats just my opinion tho
No she ain't believe in me
I cut her off
Den i called her a silly hoe
Time in dat cell
Had a young nigga thinkin
Like dis ain't da way to go
So i got out dat bitch
Nd got straight to da bag
She was givin me neck
While i thumb through a check
Im gon make em mad
When i rock out a show
Den hop on a jet
She say dat i sag
She hate how i'm ghetto
But i grew up round da jects
Gimme yo sneakers nd bankrolls
Me nd gang a la'sum like bangbros
We swung da benz in durangos
Now i be having big dreams
About range rovers
If yo tool in my hand den it's game over
One of my skills
Is fuckin a lame over
She wanna get lit
So i came over
To turnt off da liq
I woke up wit a hangover
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Writer(s): Cameron Walker
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