[Verse 1: Young Lace]
Niggas ain't gonna like this
My flow tight, no vice-grip
I'm walking in that mall
I'm thinking about what I might get
I'm thinking about what I might get for your girl, and me too
Diamonds and then pearls, why she don't wanna see you
I got that white girl, with a white girl
On my white girl, she like girls
Airports and runways
We're out of town for the night girl (yep)
Cop this and cop that
Hedge pop and pop back
My wrist pop for that recoil
Call that shit that snapback
Pocket full of them big faces
Big face on my wrist doe
I'm a fly nigga with flies
All around me, I'm the shit dawg
Your nigga born in '88
Hustle hard nigga, day to day
I'm in the league, gotta pay to play
I quench yo girl, gatorade
Bands in my pocket, Bands, I'mma throw 'em
I get bands all night and I count bands in the mornin'
Black beads on a black chain, my white girl got a black brain
My black girl got a white brain, her body cold like ice man
Cop that, no price range, my white Range like rice man
Told them labels hurry up and buy, that's that chow mein
I'm a real G like Calvin, ? you know this
Gettin' bread, I'm on now, stuntin' all on my old bitch
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