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In that drop top getting loaded, they wantin, big 6 run for POTUS
I'm ridin' round town in that rari, that take off like Lotus
They lookin' for me and my flotus
Real exotic, it came out from Cuba
I'm Smokin' on you cannot smoke this
Smoke exotic, don't come out the pocket
You reach for my chain, hear a rocket
Remember, carrying round my lil wallet
Now hunnids and fifties, I stock it
Remember six, he ain't have him a loan
Got this shit from the bottom, like Stockton
And I still remember them days when she played with the kid
Now she drop it and pop it
Nigga, we got a hundred round drum hangin' off of this bitch
If it's poppin', it's poppin
I'm smokin' biscotti otti, in the back of the sane like you better top me
Remember six, used to pull up in new huaraches
Now it's Louis V. Virgil, don't do versace
Never sellin' my soul to Illuminati
Been that boy since a kid, like the liberace
I'm the first one to back out the rari, come ridin' through the trenches
The 458 with the trunk in the,
You cannot rent this
Stackin' these racks like it's Tetris, no
Stackin' these racks like it's jenga, I literally
Walk on the beat with no anger I flew my lil' bitch
Out the hood to Topanga, my youngins come strike a V8 in the wrangler
Free My bros out them cuffs, had them lookin' like Django
Had them lookin' like Django
Out in MX, I'm lookin' for queso
My Mexican bitch wanna f*ck me for pesos
She givin' me beza, garganta, and pelo
Huh, we got more guns than the niggas off Halo
You play with the CO, you get hit wit a halo
Who did that I told my niggas to lay low
Don't get hit for a brick
Don't get hit for some yayo
Finger fuckin' the trigger while drippin' margiela
We got more Holo's than set of Coachella
I knew she was slimin' me out and I let her
She play with the 6, she get hit wit Beretta
VPN, CPN got me changing the tether
It's rainin' blue hundreds, I'm changin' the weather
Huh, Shelby GT on the side of the door when I swang out the Mustang
Tryna figure out if I go richard mille plain for the wrist or the Cartier Bust thang
My side bitch, a eater, keep givin' me seizures
She keep on just doin' the one thing
She eatin' it, eatin' it, eatin' it, eatin' it
Look like a mukbang
I'm smokin' biscotti otti, in the back of the sane like you better top me
Remember six, used to pull up in new huaraches
Now it's Louis V. Virgil, don't do versace
Never sellin' my soul to Illuminati
Been that boy since a kid, like the liberace
I'm the first one to back out the rari, come ridin' through the trenches
The 458 with the trunk in the,
You cannot rent this
Stackin' these racks like it's Tetris, no
Stackin' these racks like it's jenga, I literally
Walk on the beat with no anger I flew my lil' bitch
Out the hood to Topanga, my youngins come strike a V8 in the wrangler
Free My bros out them cuffs, had them lookin' like Django
Had them lookin' like Django

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