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B*tches, rappers

Rappers, b*tches

Way yall talkin on twitter

Lil boy I can't tell the difference

Purple herb in my swisher

Yeah lil aahj thats my witness

Pull up engine so vicious

That seven digits the mission listen

60 fps

These other rappers movin slow mo

I was broke as **** and now I'm drippin in sum polo

I dont beef for promo

I stay on the low low

Im the kid who run the game call it miyamoto

B*tch I'm heaven sent

This is jus my genesis

Marble floor my residence

Pocket full of presidents

My money so thick that I cannot fold the ****

Talkin all that **** on twitter lil b*tch kindly hold my d*ck

N I'm in gettin to the bag

Watch me double park the whip

My lil shawty break it down

Roll it up and spark the ****

U gon respect me as a lyricist

I ain just a hair cut

I ain just a face tat

Im sendin shots at everyone

Keep all that designer

I rock polo and tommy

Rollin up my *********

While she give me the sloppy

And all you trash a** soundcloud rappers I surpassed you

Pull up in the aston I'm blowin past you

U might see me do the dash blowin gas out the sun roof

Lil b*tch I'm so great I can't relate to not a one of you

Can't nobody keep me down

Or hold me from nothin

If I want it ima get it

Man it ain't no discussion

As of lately I been tryna write a rap with some substance

I was sick and tired of tryna be somebody I wasn't

And I ain in this for a check

I do this **** cause I love it

You know I won't stop at nothin

I take that feeling and trust it

How you rock designer but you look like a clown?

How I pull up to ya city and I shut the **** down

Im gettin paper

I just copped a mercedes

I'll catch you later

Step up out the scraper

Ballin like a laker

In some purple bapesta's

I think I'm feelin myself

Shawty dice that pineapple that replinish my health

B*tch its lit

Find me with my clique

Smokin out the zip

Guy fieri wit the sauce

Paul walker wit the whip

B*tch

I hate flexin but I can't help it

Drop top burnt out on the pavement

**** rolled in some polo

Let the champagne flow throwin c notes

Backwoods rolled vacay for the weekend

Couple girls gettin high in the deep in

You want to you can come through

Got the champagne flutes and the orange juice