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run up get wrapped like a packet (grraow)
I'm runnin' by you, I lapped you
Finna start walkin', you should keep runnin'
Offset Vellanos, frame keep

G's, oh don't play with the air, killer put a hole in your shirt
Hit a nigga where it hurt
I'ma get her out her skirt
Shoot an uzi by my nigga Uzi in

Call ID, I don't know 'em
Whole lotta cash, it's a problem
Gucci hat tatted on my forearm
Ridin' the waves as they come
Sick mind, pretentious, you

fucking a bat was the quickest way to a homerun
(red)Not recognizing her own son, Told you, y'all, she's so dumb
(red)She put her clothes in trackmeets

I didn't know
Blessings coming by the second, faithful and available
I just want to praise a little, You deserve all of me
Put Your word on all my

they own vision Some peopLe see just what they give 'em
See that kNowLedge itseLF Is kNowing the True and Livin
Most be bLinded by weaLth Aint making

I don’t plot no evil 
Don’t act a weasel
Blow trees no needle
Let none decieve you
The boy stay Gucci I’m on top of them all
Can’t play these games so

all by his-self
He made them kite him out
Any unnecessary movements gotta wipe em' out
I step outside in all the this
Gucci gotta wipe him down
I used

leechin’ bitches off you
Gotta pay to eat
Caught a STD and gave it to my
Bitch could you pray for me?
Poured a six and drunk it by myself
I had to pay for

get in double trucks, yeah
Both of em' what's in your mouth?
It's the VVVs talkin', I can't
Motherfuckin' talk to you folks, uh
Great big white, throw

out what’s trending for Fall
Gucci, Louis, Fendi, Valentino, “You know it ya’ll!”
Hopped to the register cleared out all their racks
Then I swiped my

Soulja Boy Tell'em with a brand new mac eleven

N***a try me man I'm rockin' gucci sweaters

Louis on my head BLVD is getting money

N***az hatin' on me

lost, he do not care what it cost
Put em a drop top now they got the top off now he bout to get his rocks off
He do not care what they say only carry blue

You off serving three pills
The Glock by the steering wheel
You must think you Obama, huh?
You ridin' 'round causin' problems
You think nobody

tatted cabbage patch
That flies economy, but Lola's got a Gucci travelbag!
Lone ranger, back on the saddle with satin saddlebags
And two chrome platinum

they hate me, in upper, they love man
I Gucci'd the backpack, true
I killed dark ting
Mad Max, uh, my food penger than Lauren Lon'
And I ain't know sweet

As lightning strikes and thunder pounds
Over the grey skies of East London town
Prophecy K returns from the underground
Signified by the peoples