Key: C major•
Verse 1
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Hey y 'all, 1 -5 Kool & Kit,
F &M filled with red tips
got Big Macs for small fries
Walk up on that pussy, nigga
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Coors, not a lender,
swear I'm blessed, but still a sinner
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Said that was your main, bitch,
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I been gettin' to the one and still
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Okay, so they wanna know
what's really goin' on
with me and Guwop
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goin' on?
Nothin'!
Let my lil' bruh talk to y 'all, niggas,
I'm seein' the chasers,
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look this car is not a Lunderswag,
I'm blessed, but still a sinner
bitch?
I've been gettin' to the money,
stashin' midget in a rental
you ain't been through
and this bitch here'll turn you Hindu
In between your eyebrows,
got Big Macs for small fries
On West Coast, we're high top,
you cross -dancing, I lie
I got work in, K -Pie sock
I got work in, K -Pie sock
Old hood, they gang -banging,
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walk up on a n***a if he
chain -swinging
Yeah, bitch, I'm at them pockets,
cut your name, rang it
Signed a deal and now we
game -changin'
Rich now, I'm tryna maintain it
Big dawg, I'm a great daddy
Beamer coupe, had the I -80
Hump now, I know you n****s hate it
Same n***a, but I'm underrated
Old n***a, yeah, you outdated
Ain't good, had to three -plate it
Bitch, I wanna run another year
Neck and wrist is lit, it's water clear
Bought a coupe and now I want it lit
Try to click and that's another tear
Pour the mud up like I'm Uncle Pimp
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Cm
Try to blick, that's another tear
They all 1 -5, cool the kit
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Run up on them, start shootin' shit
No losses, undisputed shit
Still ballin' my Cuban shit
Big diamond rings, no championship
Prince with me, he shootin' shit
Inky with me, he shootin' shit
We ain't never on goofy shit
Run up on a nigga, start drummin' shit
We ain't never on goofy shit,
run up on a nigga, start drummin' shit
Big bullets kill a elephant,
hot as any different element
Shootin' at him for the hell of it,
shootin' at him for the hell of it
Y 'all know how a bread squad rockin',
and the trap birds walkin' flockin'
Money stackin' taller than a mountain,
got a pussy runnin' like a fountain
How you say you Muslim,
but your charms say you Christian?
Yo, yo, yo, block him
How you say you in the hood,
your dog say you miss it?
bitch, you know I'ma whip it
Whip, whip, whip, whip
Why'd that baby know?
Cause you know we caught
Real dog talkin' big bite
Told mama I'ma get these millions
I just need for y 'all to chill and hold tight
Real funk talkin' so right
Thug city, love any type
I've been geekin' on the parking
Miley, baby, you should come
and take a sizzle flight
Checks in, nigga, green light
Blind pass, I'm talkin' speed light
Drive -bys on a speed bike
Still geekin', I ain't seein' right
Molly got a nigga feelin' right
Backwoods, smoke him day and night
Swear I'm rich like I hit a heist
Still ballin', fuck your petty price
with the same bitch, I'm the mob boss
Niggas fallin' like the summer leaves
I done fucked around and cut the fall on
my nigga,
you been hoopin', shawty,
but your ball gone
I'm a rooster, no foghorn
I'ma sell it till it's all gone
How you say you Muslim,
but your charm say you Christian?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, her
How you say you in the hood,
your dawg say you miss it
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Whip, whip, whip, whip
Whiteass baby know
Outro 1
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