| Yeah, check check, uh
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| Whole lot of Rich Gang shit, ayy
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| Yeah, steppin' out, yeah, ayy, ayy, okay
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| Ayy, yeah, three bitches inside the ride with me, ride with me
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| Yeah, only come fuck with the team if you ridin' with me
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| Wait stop, ayy, chains on my neck, I don’t need your co-sign to me
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| Yeah, y’all the ones wanted beef, now we in Homicide City
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| Chains on my neck, I’m skrrt off
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| Trap from the first to the first, boss
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| You don’t wanna end up in a hearse, dog
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| Best to stay up out of my way
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| I’m sittin' in the vert, ayy
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| Shorty want a boyfriend, I ain’t got no time to flirt, yeah
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| On drugs, everything that I’m seein' startin' to invert, yeah
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| Grind, yeah, grind like I’m ridin' on vert
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| Y’all don’t want problems, I’ll put ya in the dirt
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| I done made a half a million only off merch
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| I’m tryna skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt
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| Shorty want the kid in her skirt, skirt, skirt
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| Skrt, smokin' on my favorite color
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| Dog, that’s purp, purp, purp
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| I’m switchin' up the view like keg stands
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| You don’t want it with me, you a dead man
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| I’m aimin' at your head, not a leg, man
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| I’m in the pantry for the bread, man
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| I’ll skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, yeah
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| Shorty want the kid in her skirt, skirt, skirt
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| Smokin' on my favorite color
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| Dog, that’s purp, purp, purp
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| Ridin' in a two door coupe
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| Yeah, pullin' up and shootin' out the roof
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| I’m, stackin' all my money to the roof
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| Ayy, Baby called me, said that I’m the truth
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| I’m, ridin' in the 305 in the city
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| I’m in the club, suckin' on titties
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| People say I changed, how the fuck I got the whole clique with me
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| You fuck with me, then you die with me
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| I’m sittin' at the top like keg stands
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| You don’t want it with me, you a dead man
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| I’m aimin' at your head, not a leg, man
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| I’m in the kitchen for the bread, man
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| Tryna skrt, skrt, skrt, yeah
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| Shorty want the kid in her skirt, skirt, skirt, whoa
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| Smokin' on my favorite color
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| Dog, that’s purp, purp, purp |