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by Droozybeats
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My ambition is the mission to Live fast die hard
And Get cash from my bars
Whip past your high charts
And stay fat With hit tracks and fly cars
Maybachs and Cadillacs with my bars
Gonna be with the big stars
Goin hard you can't stop me
Im the the real crew du motley
Trill truck, too wasabi super cocky
Rude as fuck too gotti and bossy
Who can top me nobody
Pull up in a bugatti
Sittin fat, sniffin molly, splittin wraps
Straight up ballin front to back
Lit chicks flippin racks
Spittin quick 100 blunted in the back
They listen to dat, I run it I'm hit
On most days i make some hits
Then showcase my whips
Roleplay with chicks
Bitches on my 6
Tryna be where ima be
You cats lack the finer things
The fat racks and diamond rings
I stack cash like im a kimg
Ive had that designer bling
With a bunch a guns and tons of gucci
Like something from the movies
And once i done my duties Ima grab the hoes and get the paper
Stack the dough and sip the jager
Pack the bowl and rip it later
Crack the code and hit the majors
Even got a couple warheads from nagasaki Corvettes and maseratis
I can bring pain like king james can dunk it
I can sling game like ving rhames can punch it I run shit
Im on it Yo bro get wrapped up like a bonnet
Most my hoes are down and on it
Im so dope and down to party
Way Too cool to get it started
I came to town with 2 mint green Ferraris
Bank account look like the prince of saudi
I'm vain, off a key a Cain in my jet
Bank account like Hugh Hef
2 Chains round my suit vest
Hanging down my crew neck
I got my reefer lit were keeping with the fast shit
You rock the cheapest shit you need to get your cash fit
I got game im top rank flex
Im the shit
My life cuttin checks
But I'm gutta from the pit
My ambition is the mission to Live fast die hard
And Get cash from my bars
Whip past your high charts
And stay fat With hit tracks and fly cars
Maybachs and Cadillacs with my bars
Gonna be with the big stars
Goin hard you can't stop me
Im the the real crew du motley
Trill truck, too wasabi super cocky
Rude as fuck too gotti and bossy
Who can top me nobody
Pull up in a bugatti
Sittin fat, sniffin molly, splittin wraps
Straight up ballin front to back
Lit chicks flippin racks
Spittin quick 100 blunted in the back
They listen to dat, I run it I'm hit
On most days i make some hits
Then showcase my whips
Roleplay with chicks
Bitches on my 6
Tryna be where ima get
Bitches on my 6
Tryna be where ima get
Im the the real crew du motley
Trill truck, too wasabi super cocky
Rude as fuck too gotti gotti
Sittin fat, sniffin molly, splittin wraps
Straight up ballin front to back
Front to back
Straight up ballin front to back
Front to back
My ambition is the mission to Live fast die hard
And Get cash from my bars
Whip past your high charts
And stay fat With hit tracks and fly cars
Maybachs and Cadillacs with my bars
Gonna be with the big stars
Goin hard you can't stop me
Im the the real crew du motley
Trill truck, too wasabi super cocky
Rude as fuck too gotti and bossy
Who can top me nobody
Pull up in a bugatti
Sittin fat, sniffin molly, splittin wraps
Straight up ballin front to back
Lit chicks flippin racks
Spittin quick 100 blunted in the back
They listen to dat, I run it I'm hit
On most days i make some hits
Then showcase my whips
Roleplay with chicks
Bitches on my 6
Tryna be where ima be
You cats lack the finer things
The fat racks and diamond rings
I stack cash like im a kimg
Ive had that designer bling
With a bunch a guns and tons of gucci
Like something from the movies
And once i done my duties Ima grab the hoes and get the paper
Stack the dough and sip the jager
Pack the bowl and rip it later
Crack the code and hit the majors
Even got a couple warheads from nagasaki Corvettes and maseratis
I can bring pain like king james can dunk it
I can sling game like ving rhames can punch it I run shit
Im on it Yo bro get wrapped up like a bonnet
Most my hoes are down and on it
Im so dope and down to party
Way Too cool to get it started
I came to town with 2 mint green Ferraris
Bank account look like the prince of saudi
I'm vain, off a key a Cain in my jet
Bank account like Hugh Hef
2 Chains round my suit vest
Hanging down my crew neck
I got my reefer lit were keeping with the fast shit
You rock the cheapest shit you need to get your cash fit
I got game im top rank flex
Im the shit
My life cuttin checks
But I'm gutta from the pit
My ambition is the mission to Live fast die hard
And Get cash from my bars
Whip past your high charts
And stay fat With hit tracks and fly cars
Maybachs and Cadillacs with my bars
Gonna be with the big stars
Goin hard you can't stop me
Im the the real crew du motley
Trill truck, too wasabi super cocky
Rude as fuck too gotti and bossy
Who can top me nobody
Pull up in a bugatti
Sittin fat, sniffin molly, splittin wraps
Straight up ballin front to back
Lit chicks flippin racks
Spittin quick 100 blunted in the back
They listen to dat, I run it I'm hit
On most days i make some hits
Then showcase my whips
Roleplay with chicks
Bitches on my 6
Tryna be where ima get
Bitches on my 6
Tryna be where ima get
Im the the real crew du motley
Trill truck, too wasabi super cocky
Rude as fuck too gotti gotti
Sittin fat, sniffin molly, splittin wraps
Straight up ballin front to back
Front to back
Straight up ballin front to back
Front to back