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Aye
Giorgio, (Yeah)
Armani Code
Rep that shit like that's the only brand I chose
Four amounts, I can make the bag alone, (Aye)
I don't need no help, (Nah)
Done this by myself
I'm doing it on my own, I get the racks by myself
Man, it's Gucci, Dior, Vlone, I spent the stacks on my belt
All these dimes just chillin', they in love with my wealth
Now they callin' my cell, my soul won't sell
I'm rappin' verses and they outta chorus
They love my shit, but they mad at yours
I'll tell the truth, rhymes bulletproof
Frank Coupe with the matadors
I'm dodgin' bull like a matador
Comin' right through like a passin' storm
Gotta show y'all what I have in store
Grab the Porsche, gas the whores, crash the course
Aye
I promise I'm makin' no deals, I'm already happy like meals
My wheels are spinnin', I'm already winnin', I'm ready to turn it up
Pass me the reefer, I'll burn it up
Stackin' that green, didn't earn enough
Talkin' that shit, yeah, I heard enough
You talkin' that shit, but I'm
Superman, not savin' hoes
I'm drip-drip like a nasal nose
Better days, I pray for those
Get steamrolled, I'm pavin' roads
Pull up gold, Rolls Royce, no noise goes
Wrist swole, I'm froze, ice cold, need my
Aye
Giorgio, (Aye, aye)
Armani Code, (Whoo!)
Rep that shit like that's the only brand I chose
Four amounts, I can make the bag alone, (Oh)
I don't need no help, (Nah)
Done this by myself
Aye
Yeah, love me, won't these critics love me?
All that shit I hear and still I'm makin' money
Dancin' on 'em, funny how they think I'm bluffin'
Take 'em back to twenty ten and hit the dougie
Aye, aye
What y'all talking 'bout? (Aye)
When I said I'm makin' numbers, I mean all amounts
(All amounts), Yeah
Aye
I ain't stoppin' now, (Whoo!)
Disregarding all these rappers like they not around
Yeah, my life a Truman, Man on the Moon, this shit is confusin'
Really I'm not tryna get all into it
Hard to adjust with so many movements
I gotta dust away all the loose ends
It is a must, I give 'em the deuces
I'm in a rush, I'm here to pursue shit
When is enough, so many excuses, I'ma lose it
Yeah
Audios to you losers, (Bye)
Makin' waves like producers, (Aye)
Countin' layers to the music, (Whoo!)
I feel like I'm Bishop in Juice
I'm leadin' a crew and nobody can do this, (Nah)
No beggars can ever be choosers, (Yeah)
I know this shit gotta be new, like wow, (Aye)
He really be coppin' a style, (Oh)
He switchin' right up in the game
I'm glad, it's better he did this shit now, (Aye)
I told you he coming around, (Yeah)
Don't think that I'm buggin' it down, (Nah)
I'm still the illest underground
My numbers are here if you wanted a count, (Huh)
I told ya I ain't fuckin' around, (Facts)
Y'all need to start takin' me serious, (Aye)
When I said I'ma make it
Don't question me ever again, I'ma make this shit, period, (Nah)
The doubt, I know that I'm hearin' it, (Yup)
They wondering how I be here again, (Why?)
Been rapping for more than a decade
I still find a way to come up with material
Yeah
Aye
Giorgio, (Aye, aye)
Armani Code, (Whoo!)
Rep that shit like that's the only brand I chose
Four amounts, I can make the bag alone, (Oh)
I don't need no help, (Nah)
Done this by myself, (Whoo!)

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