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Yo these trumpets got me feeling like Im at the pearly gates
And that 0-60 make me think Im in as fucking race
And if he try to step to Zay, I gotta put him in his place
Red dot him like a Hindu and dont leave a fuckin trace, I set the pace
Got ahead and now Im running on my own
And if you dont show love in person, please dont hit my fucking phone
And now Im sliding on the beat because Im in my fucking zone
Been grinding all my life and now Im reaping what Ive sewn, I set the tone
I set the bar and now Im leaping even higher
Told Rob, "just pick a beat dawg and throw me in the fire"
And if I told you that I love you, my mom never raised a liar
So if your feelings not reciprocated, no reason to inquire
Im getting tired of this bullshit that they speakin on my name
Got two albums under my belt, talkin like I run the game
Fucking your great aunties daughters sis cause shawty was a dame
Got some money in my pocket, thingsll never be the same

Late nights whippin in the Tesla
Tryna save the gas for my lungs
Sippin on the brews when Im hangin with the crew
I dont really fuck with the Mountain Dew
Blew a point eight at the traffic stop
Told the cop, "I dont really know what thats about"
I dont really drink, I dont really smoke
Just got tatted with some ink, just bought my wife some ink
Just fixed my broken sink, call me Fix-It Felix the way I be fixin this shit
Call me Mr. Olympia, the way I be flexin this shit
Call me Einstein, the way this shit be perplexin
Let this be a lesson, dont fuck with me or Ill bring the full press in

Im an artist, I smoke the loudest
Got your bitch in the Stu suckin dick, she a prowess
Now she mountin, yeah she wet like a fountain
Made me cum twice, I need a rest but now she poutin
So now Im goin ham again, titties so extravagant
Booty keep clappin back like Im a fuckin magnet
Brain so insane, yo she even a graduate?
Way she bowin down feel like I received the sacrament
Yeah her hair so frizzy, when I hit it from the back yeah I get so dizzy
Now she gleamin up my glizzy but wait hold up, I gotta take a pissy
Now she let me hit it from the back again, no kizzy
Yeah her name was Lizzy, smokin hot like a chimney
Curves so spicy like some cinnamon
Backshots imminent, light her ass up like a filament
Smokin on grocery greens aint no cigarettes

Aye, my three like the Heat cause theres no A/C in the whip aye
I told my brother, "take my life if I go out about some bitch" aye
He aint know where she was at until he check her at the crib aye
He aint know that was my choppa til he check under that grip
And my shit gotta click
My shit gotta hit
Go like boom boom boom boom boom
I gotta reload that whole clip
And I guess he still got hit
I aint lie about this shit
You can walk me through the x-ray, I got metal in my hip
I got metal in my pocket, I got money on my head aye
Too much steppin in the Forces, they already turnin red aye
If he lie about that shit, he already knew he dead aye
If he talkin to the opps, I might leave his ass on read aye
And my shooter like a dog, i might give his ass a bone
And he might just pop a perky just to get up in his zone
If I fuck with her believe me Ill be fuckin all night long
If she tell me that she love me, then its not a love song
And its not a love song, its a gettin money song
Its a fuckin bitches every day and sellin drugs song aye
Its a left her ass on read, if she aint knew that was wrong
Its a left her yesterday if I aint fuckin with her tone, aye

Yeah, I aint sniffin no Ketamine
Bitch tryna change me, she make a better me
I know Im vouchin for all of these phetamines
Got all this cheese, my wallet look cheddary
VV my ice, my diamonds December
Eliantte on the tennis remember?
I know they prayed on my downfall
Look at the way that they hate on my ass, know they fed
I had to go get up get up
I keep a strap, the switch on Berettas
Wallet Bottega Veneta neta
Pull up in Bimmers and shit with my runners and steppers
I dont deliver the packs, know they still get delivered
Im blessed cause my runners get figures, I only hire go-getters
Im coppin the S-class, coppin the G-class, coppin more letters
They askin, they beg for a feature
Im sittin court-side not in the bleachers
God wouldve made me 63" but he knew that I had to fit up in this Rari two-seater
Wait cause Im stuntin in this
My shirt is designer, no I am not fucking in this
Money all hunnids and shit
I dont want no paper unless it got blue on the strips