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(A tsunami warning has been issued)

I let the jet speed off, uh, I crave a million dollars, uh
These niggas lookin' sour, uh, 
I prayed up my toddlers, uh, I blew out the tier, uh
The Bugatti is too fast for me, took off on a pill who asked for me
She suck on that dick gradually, uh
I grew up on sand, baby
I don't know 'bout this bitch, she a fan, baby
I don't f*ck with this nigga he ran, baby
I don't f*ck with this bitch, not a man, baby
Got this drip on my wrist she gon' glance at it
I don't want that lil' car if you're man had it
Peanut butter the guts in a 911
Ak-47 with nuts and you very scary
What's the optimistic? I been out the trenches
What's the option given when you born a killer?
I been servin' babies, f*ck a babysitter
I been nuttin' on her, never ever kiss her
I just talked to God, not a fuckin' pillow
I don't f*ck with fraud, I'm a real nigga
Shawty keep me hard 'cause I'm havin' millions
And I'm so determined, nigga

Big bag, f*ck with big bag like a fat cat 
I wanna know where the racks at
I lock the dope where the latch at 
Got a new four-door, f*ck the hatchback
Hundred mil' up, hundred racks in the knapsack
Big dawg, big smoke, f*ck a knapsack
She a Barbie and she livin' up to all that
Bitch ain't got no match, now she all that

I remember I was really lonely 
Now I got hundreds on me, yes, I'm splurgin' with it
Pushin' up in a matte-black Tahoe, yeah, I'm havin' slimes in it
Told that girl I never rush, I always took my time in it
Biscotti that we hotboxin', you can come and get high with me
Uh, nigga ever play, we leave him dead
Uh, thirty shot hit him in the head
Uh, never hatin', I ain't never pressed
Uh, you can pull a blick when you scared
Yeah, air it out, you made the wrong turn (air it out)
Told God to pass the ho, it's my turn
Everything I got, nigga, hard-earned
And I ain't been to sleep in the early mornin'

Big bag, f*ck with big bag like a fat cat 
I wanna know where the racks at
I lock the dope where the latch at 
Got a new four-door, f*ck the hatchback
Hundred mil' up, hundred racks in the knapsack
Big dawg, big smoke, f*ck a knapsack
She a Barbie and she livin' up to all that
Bitch ain't got no match, now she all that
Big bag, f*ck with big bag like a fat cat 
I wanna know where the racks at
I lock the dope where the latch at 
Got a new four-door, f*ck the hatchback
Hundred mil' up, hundred racks in the knapsack
Big dawg, big smoke, f*ck a knapsack
She a Barbie and she livin' up to all that
Bitch ain't got no match, now she all that

Don't ever think that you counted me out
I walk up in Jeffrey, I'm cashin' out
Thirty-somethin' thou' for my bag, it ain't out
Three hundred thou' on the Rollie, watch out
Don't ever play with me, I'll air that shit out
I don't own this beat, but I'm walkin' it out
I'm runnin' in circles, these bitches exhausted
Give me a minute this shit gonna cost you
Come with the Money Mitchin' when you talkin'
I'm shootin' my shot, you will think I'm James Harden
Put some respect on my shit, clear the way when I'm walkin'
The f*ck is you sayin'? I want all of my Ms, no Barbie
It's a slime party, you know that you're welcome to party (woo)

Big bag, f*ck with big bag like a fat cat 
I wanna know where the racks at
I lock the dope where the latch at 
Got a new four-door, f*ck the hatchback
Hundred mil' up, hundred racks in the knapsack
Big dawg, big smoke, f*ck a knapsack
She a Barbie and she livin' up to all that
Bitch ain't got no match, now she all that
Big bag, f*ck with big bag like a fat cat 
I wanna know where the racks at
I lock the dope where the latch at 
Got a new four-door, f*ck the hatchback
Hundred mil' up, hundred racks in the knapsack
Big dawg, big smoke, f*ck a knapsack
She a Barbie and she livin' up to all that
Bitch ain't got no match, now she all that

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