Yo Pi’erre, you wanna come out here?
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Wheezy Beats
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If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon' shoot you
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Mind on a motherfuckin' milli'
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Ridin' with the motherfuckin' semi
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Grind from the start to the finish
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Pull up in the foreign, I’ll park it in the trenches
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It say 230 on the dash
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Drivin' real fast, I’ma speed with no limit
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No, we ain’t going out sad
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30 rounds in my bag for these fuck niggas envy
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I be gettin' higher than a tree
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Still stacking racks, money all that I need
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Still selling pounds of that weed
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I leave 'em with the bro, when I’m goin' overseas
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'Fore I bust it open, shit was already reekin'
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We can sip the lean, pop the X, really geekin'
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And I’m rocking water like ice, I could freeze it
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When your bitch land, I’ma book her at Four Seasons
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Niggas hatin' on the kid for no reason
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Gunna drip sauce, let her spring it like the season
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Rockin' Off White when I’m walkin' in the meeting
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A nigga flyin' kites down the road, they some demons
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Nigga, stop caking that hoe, she a cheater
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I only fuck her once or twice, then, nigga, I’ma leave her
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I tried to pop a Percocet and pour me up a liter
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I drop a fishscale in a bowl, let it heat up
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Chanel on, still can’t see us
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Nigga, send 'em back, countin' money with my feet up
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I been sendin' racks to my cuz on the kiosk
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I’ma send that pack down the road, 'til you get out
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Let that bitch stick the dope deep in her mizzouth
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I been puttin' the shit up at the hizzouse
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Drippin' on these bitches through a drizzought
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Damn, a nigga made it out the sizzouth
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Mind on a motherfuckin' milli'
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Ridin' with the motherfuckin' semi
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Grind from the start to the finish
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Pull up in the foreign, I’ll park it in the trenches
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It say 230 on the dash
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Drivin' real fast, I’ma speed with no limit
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No, we ain’t going out sad
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30 rounds in my bag for these fuck niggas envy
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Flyin' a jet, ride foreign, I do that
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Hundred thousand worth of ice in my Louis bag
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Saint Laurent, kickin' these bitches like «Who that?»
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Rich nigga came from the hood, but you knew that
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Ice on my neck, it look like a sleet
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Plain Jane band on an iced out Patek
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Don’t cuff that hoe, she a freak
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I’m up gettin' money, don’t know how to sleep
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I fucked that lil' bitch and I fucked up the sheets
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Ice all over me like I was a Christmas tree
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Mind on a milli', ain’t thinking 'bout enemies
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Shoot a nigga down like J. F. Kennedy
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Sellin' chickens, you can come get a 10 piece
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Jumped out the plane with the Fendi
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Jumped in the foreign with the semi
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Baby Draco hold a 50
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Nigga, it’s on me and it’s in me
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Mind on a motherfuckin' milli'
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Ridin' with the motherfuckin' semi
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Grind from the start to the finish
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Pull up in the foreign, I’ll park it in the trenches
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It say 230 on the dash
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Drivin' real fast, I’ma speed with no limit
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No, we ain’t going out sad
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30 rounds in my bag for these fuck niggas envy
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Mind on a motherfuckin' milli'
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Ridin' with the motherfuckin' semi
|
Grind from the start to the finish
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Pull up in the foreign, I’ll park it in the trenches
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It say 230 on the dash
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Drivin' real fast, I’ma speed with no limit
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No, we ain’t going out sad
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30 rounds in my bag for these fuck niggas envy |