[Intro: Lil Duke]
Yeah, YSL shit, true facts, ya dig?

[Chorus: Lil Duke]
Nigga we get it, we get it
My niggas, yea turn to a 50
Calling my niggas, they with it
Pull up, 8 shots at yo' [?]
Most of these niggas, they with it
Niggas be falling in love with these bitches
Niggas they act just like hoes, in they feelings
Mind on the money and I want a million
I'm trying to stack that shit tall as a building
Ferrari come through the hood with no ceiling
I'm not a rapper, bitch I am a dealer
Sipping on lean and I hope it don't kill me
Pour up that lean and we don't even measure it
Young nigga came from that hood, I'm a veteran
I had to break on the cops, I was selling it
Running with nothing but felonies

[Verse 1: Lil Duke]
Don't speak on my name 'bout that broke shit, irrelevant
Racks on me just like I just got a settlement
We putting dick in yo' bitch cause she know that we ball
Sweep her the wrong number when she asks can she call
5 or 10 racks when we ball
5 or 10 racks in the mall
Don't talk to rats, they get off
Cashing then backing right out
Soon as we walk in they wildin'
Fans, they screaming, they rowdy
Bitch, I been trapping the Audi's
Push button with the frog lights
Sipping like I'm straight from Texas
Drinking lean, pouring dark Sprites
Fucked up a check and I got it right back
If I ever fall, Thugger got my back
For a little nothing, I can get a nigga wet
Pop, they with that MAC, I'ma hop out and get it cracking
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