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Yeah, chop the cheese up like a deli (yeah)
We got choppers, we got shellies
Man, I'm high as fuck like Zelly, woah (loesoe goin' crazy)
Yeah, we got money, but we look sketchy (yo)
Let's go, yeah, let's get ready
I had money before you met me (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, pockets swole, they fuckin' hefty
Told her, lick my left teste
Diamonds colored like confetti (yeah)
Vlad, what Trippie say? No fetti
Turned money into my bestie
Head had turned, thought I was deadly
Yeah, she think I'm God, she said, come bless me
I'm the shit, I know I'm zesty
Big dog, you can't pet me (arf)
Hey, they puttin' bullets where your flesh be
I get high, I got jet wings
I go up, I take the whole team
Holdin' shit down like a goalie
I been stackin' with my twin, niggas hatin', Mr. Moseby
Kept the chopper by my side, man, you niggas couldn't hoe me
Got a hundred and one problems, but, lil' nigga, I ain't Zoey (yeah)
Yeah, walkin' through my hood, all the OGs know me (grrah)
Got a mansion in the hills, man, tell them crackers, blow me
Bought a mansion in the Hills
I used to sit up in the nosebleeds (hey)
Kill his best friend, now he lonely (hahaha)
Real niggas die, fake live, that's how the code be (yeah)
You know I'm just blowin' through a bag with my brodie
You know I'm just chillin' in my fuckin' bag, I'm gettin' cozy
Blueberry Faygo with some Act', but I ain't Mosey
Chillin' with your bitch, playin' Ring Around The Rosie
Yeah, I'm only 22, but I ain't leavin' without my 40
I'm a dark nigga how Edgar Allen Poe be
When I be feelin' blue like Obi-Wan Kenobi
And I'm stackin' green like motherfuckin' Yoda
You niggas rep the gang, lil' nigga, better throw it up
Throw the bitch away, she a lame and she chose up
In the trenches, watchin' Anime with a damn double cup
Got these niggas mad as fuck
'Cause she chose us (hey, yeah, they mad)
I got money on my line, still hang my phone up
How the fuck I'm gettin' to this green? I didn't have no luck
We gon' have to blow his mind, I think he know stuff
Yeah, I used to have that bitch, but she chose drugs
I let her sip my soda (yeah)
Sometimes I feel like she don't want love
You know it's fuck the opps, I treat 'em like they no one
We got choppers, we got shellies
Man, I'm high as fuck like Zelly, woah (loesoe goin' crazy)
Yeah, we got money, but we look sketchy (yo)
Let's go, yeah, let's get ready
I had money before you met me (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, pockets swole, they fuckin' hefty
Told her, lick my left teste
Diamonds colored like confetti (yeah)
Vlad, what Trippie say? No fetti
Turned money into my bestie
Head had turned, thought I was deadly
Yeah, she think I'm God, she said, come bless me
I'm the shit, I know I'm zesty
Big dog, you can't pet me (arf)
Hey, they puttin' bullets where your flesh be
I get high, I got jet wings
I go up, I take the whole team
Holdin' shit down like a goalie
I been stackin' with my twin, niggas hatin', Mr. Moseby
Kept the chopper by my side, man, you niggas couldn't hoe me
Got a hundred and one problems, but, lil' nigga, I ain't Zoey (yeah)
Yeah, walkin' through my hood, all the OGs know me (grrah)
Got a mansion in the hills, man, tell them crackers, blow me
Bought a mansion in the Hills
I used to sit up in the nosebleeds (hey)
Kill his best friend, now he lonely (hahaha)
Real niggas die, fake live, that's how the code be (yeah)
You know I'm just blowin' through a bag with my brodie
You know I'm just chillin' in my fuckin' bag, I'm gettin' cozy
Blueberry Faygo with some Act', but I ain't Mosey
Chillin' with your bitch, playin' Ring Around The Rosie
Yeah, I'm only 22, but I ain't leavin' without my 40
I'm a dark nigga how Edgar Allen Poe be
When I be feelin' blue like Obi-Wan Kenobi
And I'm stackin' green like motherfuckin' Yoda
You niggas rep the gang, lil' nigga, better throw it up
Throw the bitch away, she a lame and she chose up
In the trenches, watchin' Anime with a damn double cup
Got these niggas mad as fuck
'Cause she chose us (hey, yeah, they mad)
I got money on my line, still hang my phone up
How the fuck I'm gettin' to this green? I didn't have no luck
We gon' have to blow his mind, I think he know stuff
Yeah, I used to have that bitch, but she chose drugs
I let her sip my soda (yeah)
Sometimes I feel like she don't want love
You know it's fuck the opps, I treat 'em like they no one
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Writer(s): Michael Lamar White I, Denzel Young
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