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Bitch I'm high as hell
I'm chillin wit my slimes but we not YSL
I say we gon get rich but only time will tell
He acting like he Meech but never made a sale
What the fuck be going on?
I could never do yo song
Please don't ever get me wrong
Fuck niggas cappin like a bitch, go throw him a thong
Why I got these hoes on my dick? I ain't even on
Niggas clout chasing, they be dick sucking thru the phone
That's some shit I can't condone
Bitch shut up, I'm going home
Doing 150 out the driveway I'm getting gone
In the crib ion need no fireplace I'm hot as stones
Oh that's yo bitch? I had her out on Friday, she giving dome

I put the city on my back, I think my shit still aching
You still stuck on small plays
Bitch I'm tryna Bill Gate it
I'm tryna get a platinum watch, finna say fuck these bracelets
We put E.O on the map, we was stuck in the basement

Iced out buffs
Wearin minks in the summertime
Doubled up the flow
Now I kill em just in one line
Sent em to the East
He got dubbed off of one line
Affiliate of bad boys
Young nigga let that peace shine
22 years old
I'm a young Detroit nigga
I've been smokin onna purp
Ion do the drugs nigga
If we talkin heavy spittin
Executive order got that work nigga
My team-We be preachin
They in the back screamin church nigga
Preachin to the choir
But me and my niggas move like X
Eldrick on the green
Got all these hoes waiting for checks
If they askin who is who
Then me and bro we up next
Sport Da English D
You can tell the team that I rep
Alpha and omega
Smooth criminal off the step
Off these bars I be trippin
Call collect -For the check
Puttin down all pressure
I need diamonds on her neck
I'm talkin Detroit shit
So ion even gotta flex



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Writer(s): Lydell Jackson
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