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[Verse 1]
Shout out lil Sosa he went redkey (yeah)
My brother just got him an AP (yeah)
I love ridin' in the luxury whip but I could pop out in a GT (yeah)
City girls on me, no J.T
BBL on that bitch, look crazy (yeah)
Scam guys on my team, money jumpin' out the gym, it's crazy
The wock had just hit, I'm finna fuck around get a Mercedes
I just scored on Oxycontin, get in my zone throw back a lil .80
Young nigga so turnt, yeah I'm 19 with 3 keys
I ain't mention that I'm off the drugs, hopin' that dope don't kill my kidneys
Hop on the beat I demolish the shit
Fuck school, dropped out of college so quick
Clutchin' on pro tools I got a .9 on my hip
Got a pro mag call it a (?) clip
Bitch I'm a diamond boy feel like I'm frozen
Bitch want that dick, told her hold on
I got a horse on my shirt, it's Polo
Sippin hunnid horses in the stolo
Nеw stick new stick, I'm lit
Yeah my bitch so bad, man she lit
Tеll her pop yo shit we finna be rich
Gotta car on my wrist you hatin' bitch
Tryna spend the racks at YSL, got some niggas in the cell
If they got a bond, my shootas getting bailed
Perc 30s in the mail
I gotta sip bitch I'm tryna get high as hell

[Verse 2]
Shout out lil Sosa he went redkey (yeah)
My brother just got him an AP (yeah)
I love ridin' in the luxury whip but I could pop out in a GT (yeah)
City girls on me, no J.T
BBL on that bitch, look crazy (yeah)
Scam guys on my team, money jumpin' out the gym, it's crazy
The wock had just hit, I'm finna fuck around get a Mercedes
I just scored on Oxycontin, get in my zone throw back a lil .80
Young nigga so turnt, yeah I'm 19 with 3 keys
I ain't mention that I'm off the drugs, hopin' that dope don't kill my kidneys
Hop on the beat I demolish the shit
Fuck school, dropped out of college so quick
Clutchin' on pro tools I got a .9 on my hip
Got a pro mag call it a (?) clip
Bitch I'm a diamond boy feel like I'm frozen
Bitch want that dick, told her hold on
I got a horse on my shirt, it's Polo
I just poured my cup but I'm finna pour more
New stick new stick, I'm lit
Yeah my bitch so bad, man she lit
Tell her pop yo shit we finna be rich
Gotta car on my wrist you hatin' bitch
Tryna spend the racks at YSL, got some niggas in the cell
If they got a bond, my shootas getting bailed
Perc 30s in the mail
I gotta sip bitch I'm tryna get high as hell