Historic
S0K0
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Spent a rack on my jeans first Bitch I put me first We gon keep moving Can't stop, can't reverse Yeah, f*ck yo shit up Different swag, Weezy on Rebirth, yeah These some Endless, bitch, you stupid think these jeans Purp Bitch you stupid thinking that you fucking with me In that Trackhawk, pull off You is not keeping up with me Finna get that bag like Diddy, uh Swerving in the city, yeah Bitch I'm rocking Hermes, yes, for really, yeah You could get knocked out for acting silly Bro just scored some Act and he finna go and crack the seally We ain't slowing down Got the motion, it's a fact we litty We make the style, make the waves That y'all gon jack for really Bitch you stupid, who the f*ck you talking crazy to Pulled off, had to snap I'm like look what y'all done made me do Been shitting on y'all for years, if I was you I would hate me too Shout out to my mans, when I was down he done gave me two Shout out to my brothers, the ones who stayed down, yeah We be known to get it, y'all be known to play round I be chilling with the dogs, not no fucking greyhound I'ma win no matter what, might knock you in the eighth round, yeah, yeah Hop in the coupe and I floor it, bitch Hop in the coupe, it's a foreign I need my money, don't short it, bitch Bitch, I'm balling like Jordan What we do historic, bitch What y'all do is boring, yeah I go up and get some more shit Bitch, I'm always scoring You not never on shit Paid ten thousand for a fit, okay You only show off for a bitch, uh I'm on the grind to get rich, okay Shit get live just like it's Twitch If he talking come with risk, okay I'm too cold, bitch, I'm sick Threw diamonds on my wrist, okay I put diamonds on my wrist Diamonds on my neck and bracelet Always got to win, I got to do it I can't second place it You a bitch, you crying about some shit I suggest to face it You is not on shit, you is a random I expect the lame shit I expect the Phantom when I go up and I'm finna lane switch Why the f*ck you trying to make a pointless move where you don't gain shit Why the f*ck you talking like you somebody We know you ain't shit Really I know that y'all cannot f*ck with me Finna blow, I'm patient Bitch, I'm finna blow, don't got no option All of y'all been talking, y'all just watching, yeah, yeah But that talk, what y'all doing, it don't stop shit Hit the mall fucking shit up I walk in and I cop shit Y'all be talking like some cops, y'all some feds I just walked up in the building Bought some brand new Hermes You know you the man when they doing what you says And I'm getting bands, run that shit up till I'm dead, yeah I can't let em take my spot, can't give they ass a chance Switching up the fabrics, mixing up designer brands I ain't worried when y'all talking, man, y'all just some fans All my money make it walk, make it fucking dance Hit his ass with the left then I switch the stance I'ma go and get that bag anytime I get the chance Run shit up, we go and get it Then we got to flip the bands Got to watch out, man, them hollows they might hit your mans
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