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Show out thirty inches on the Chevy look like stiles gelato in wood got me coughing up a Lung three karat's in ybf chain cost me
Five stacks ybf we been the fam
It ain't no stoping us shawty say she wanna be my bitch get on all fours Brody just got Off that road finna hit the vue shoot a couple free throws like intentionally foul
Bitchies cheering for the team like a cheerleader pouring up four double cup mud in love With the money Nigga not these hoes
Nigga show out imma wipe his face cartiers thirty pointers diamonds on my face she Wanna give me top fuck around and came in her mouth
She telling me to come back again now that a rerun Nigga say we sound alike we are Not the same rapping capping ass niggas push they cap back
I don't do this for the fame do it for the fam bitchies break they neck just to take a look at Me them blue faces in my pocket I'm not blue face
The streets show me love I put the city on my back fuck signing a deal Nigga I'm signed To the streets Fuck u if don't wanna hear me u got no choice
Twenty thousand on me fuck around and sign u got yo chick stuffing the work like a Tampon got her a Chanel bag wit the match boots
Did another turn around got the jacket 2 work coming off the boat look like elbows ybf We been the fam it ain't no stopping us
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Writer(s): Ybf 8aby
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