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[Verse 1: Pyramid Vritra]
Wait until I pull up in that motherfucking Lotus
Bitches blowing up my phone because now they see a nigga rolling
My whole team shining and we never loose focus because we all we got
From broke as fuck to selling out by pushing keys
But wait until I pull up in that motherfucking Martin smoked up
With a foreign bitch rolling up and she don't give a fuck
Murdered out
Take 'em to the South, kick 'em out then switch 'em out
From broke as fuck to selling out by pushing keys

[Verse 2: Speak]
Take a little piece of my heart again
Go sew into the sleeves of my cardigan
Oh pardon him and those bad manners
That ape shit, we go bananas
Got silk pajamas and a satin robe
Cashmere from around the globe
I'm getting brain that frontal lobe
Yo, fuck the fame, I want the gold
I'm not for sale, but I'm pretty much sold on the fact I'll never fucking do what I'm told
I'm a hard head with great head giving rap lames them blank stares
Got blank checks like Tone Loc
We ball out like grown folk
We inhale that gun smoke and
(Blaow, blaow, blaow blaow!)
Let 'em die

[Verse 3: Pyramid Vritra]
Bitches get down, on the floor
When I'm in the cut, asses up
Bright diamonds my crew shining
Your ho wild I'm off indica
Woodgrain, same shit your bitch gripped in that PJ
In my PJs and she relays all the shit she learned in the 12th grade on Prom night
Trick peep game, model bitch reclined in that passenger off two tabs
Bitch don't ask, ain't shit changed
Just week days on replay
That ocean front, back yard view with a pool and such
Rosegold them hoes chose thinking we was 'bout to let them live this shit
Nope