| Big on big, still drip when it cold |
| We'll post in that block all day 'fore we sell our soul |
| Ain't never gon' find no drug like this in a thousand months |
| She gon' keep her camera out, like she was ghost hunting |
| Might try to slave me, look at all these chains |
| Straight out apartments, look how far we came |
| She don't love me, she just want this fame |
| Bitch gon' do anything, just to get her name |
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| Tombstone for that money, that shit gettin' buried, buried |
| What you want? Pull up, we got it all like cash and carry |
| Pull the camera out on a snake, I told that bitch don't play with me |
| gon' buy them hoes but |
| You the lil' nigga calling shots ain't it? |
| Y'all lil' niggas on the block ain't it? |
| Please tell me who causin' all the commotion |
| We'll walk in your funeral and drop dead roses |
| I won't make that move, let's boss some like that NoCap flow |
| Young nigga don't even play sports, but he still gotta wake up and score |
| Bitch head so damn good, Ima fuck around and tear her throat |
| Ima fuck around and tear her mouth, Ima fuck around and air her throat |
| I had dreams of us making it out the hood |
| Way too many nightmares, 12 did a sweep, got us for good |
| Headache for money problems I done took way too many Tylenol |
| Snakeskin everybody shit like |
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| Big on big, still drip when it cold |
| We'll post in that block all day 'fore we sell our soul |
| Ain't never gon' find no drug like this in a thousand months |
| She gon' keep her camera out, like she was ghost hunting |
| Might try to slave me, look at all these chains |
| Straight out apartments, look how far we came |
| She don't love me, she just want this fame |
| Bitch gon' do anything, just to get her name |
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| Bitch, you doing good, you need to keep it up |
| Don't start posting me on social media |
| Diamonds cold, I feel like I'm in Amsterdam |
| You ain't my ho, so keep me off your Instagram |
| We buying chopper like Harley |
| Dro' in the back of the sprinter like roses |
| I don't do no talking, no bargain |
| I make a order, I promise it's over |
| I made a promise, told her I'm gon' take her shopping |
| Flip back to reality and spent it on my partners |
| I'm way above these niggas, but somehow I'm still undefeated |
| I really love my niggas, can't let them starve, I know they need me |
| Don't pull no cameras out, bitch, I barely even watch TV |
| Fake love, it made me wonder, got me blind like I'm Stevie |
| Snakes all on my clothes, feel like Medusa |
| Hit your block, hang out the windows on neutral |
| Yeah, run a train on a bitch, yeah, choo-choo |
| Rylo say he don't trust you, then I'm gon' shoot you |
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| Big on big, still drip when it cold |
| We'll post in that block all day 'fore we sell our soul |
| Ain't never gon' find no drug like this in a thousand months |
| She gon' keep her camera out, like she was ghost hunting |
| Might try to slave me, look at all these chains |
| Straight out apartments, look how far we came |
| She don't love me, she just want this fame |
| Bitch gon' do anything, just to get her name |
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