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Aye yo

Aye yo

Aye yo

Aye yo, Buscemis with the cages

Camo Valentino off the runway on the corner serving work like a baker

Fiends fallin' out the sky for it

My pack's ten a piece, shot his baby mom's house he thought *****t was sweet

Whole team rocking Hender Schemes and McQueen

My ***** got a fresh 15 at McKean, bodies dropping on the regular

My town ain't *****t

Get money, get killed, *****s scared to get rich

Look like somebody wrote all over the raps and the drips White ***** out the Six,

Suckin' *****s speakin' French

That's life for me

I got too many shooters that'll come take a ***** ***** whole life for free

These not Timbs little *****, these Balmains, please get it right for me

Aye yo, they got the Flygod hangin' off the cross, rockin' Hugo Boss

Techs with air holes yo, he had to cool them off

Style on Forbes, I'm talkin' XXL

Told ***** I need a skirt, I sent 10 in the mail

Break it down, we all bag, weigh the eights with a hand scale

Grams sell like clockwork, the shootin' was Mach's work

Make sure he knock first, we dealin' for Fox worth [?]

Hopped out the GL Benz, OVO X's

Wang windbreaker with no wind

Fresh out that cell I got a brick and a mac

Maybach back-to-back, wrist need to relax

Been whippin' all night fingers swelling like crack

Yo, what's your name, hun? My name West, what's your digits?

In '98 I wore two Cubans [?], now I'm a legend

Let me talk fly for a second

I had you lookin' tall in Guiseppes