[Verse 1: Sinclair]
Serving keys state to state 'cause I need dough
You already know a nigga used to kick doors
Got the activist, you already know I poured a four
If I'm in the [?], you better watch your ho
I'm in this bitch getting rich with my clique though
I'm in this bitch getting rich with my clique though
Got the .30 on me, yes, that be the clip though
Mr. Big Bullets, I'll shoot and I don't miss though
Big bullets and they looking like missiles
You already know me and my niggas, we the shit though
Big blue hunnids, nah, I don't bang Crip though
Call me Steve Nash, the way I pipe and I assist hoes
Never felt love, hell nah, I don't miss hoes
Fuck a bunch of bitches, hell nah, I don't kiss hoes
Niggas talking down to me, the pistol start to rip close
I ain't wanna have to do it but he stay talking shit though
[Verse 2: Lil Tracy]
Air Forces tied up, boy, I run it up
Yeah, I'm eating so good, I'm finna get a gut
Money on the floor, you know that we pick it up
We hit a big lick, you know that we split it up
Why the fuck this nigga looking at me so weird?
Pull up and we hunt his ass like a deer
Bitches tell me I look good, I don't need a mirror
Xan got me fucked up, I can't even steer
I'm with the bros, smoking loud, we can't even hear
So all the fuck shit you talking, we can't even hear it
Pouring expensive champagne, we don't sip beer
RIP my cousin Tai, I'ma see you there
Finna get a big crib with a chandelier
Ten toes on the ground, what the fuck is fear?
Finna go on tour, see me popping out the lair
Popping out the lair, all these lil' bitches staring
All these hoes wanna fuck, I don't even care
I need a gothic ass bitch with some blue hair
Yeah, hit it from the back, pulling on her hair
I don't love the bitch though, pass her ass to Sinclair
Serving keys state to state 'cause I need dough
You already know a nigga used to kick doors
Got the activist, you already know I poured a four
If I'm in the [?], you better watch your ho
I'm in this bitch getting rich with my clique though
I'm in this bitch getting rich with my clique though
Got the .30 on me, yes, that be the clip though
Mr. Big Bullets, I'll shoot and I don't miss though
Big bullets and they looking like missiles
You already know me and my niggas, we the shit though
Big blue hunnids, nah, I don't bang Crip though
Call me Steve Nash, the way I pipe and I assist hoes
Never felt love, hell nah, I don't miss hoes
Fuck a bunch of bitches, hell nah, I don't kiss hoes
Niggas talking down to me, the pistol start to rip close
I ain't wanna have to do it but he stay talking shit though
[Verse 2: Lil Tracy]
Air Forces tied up, boy, I run it up
Yeah, I'm eating so good, I'm finna get a gut
Money on the floor, you know that we pick it up
We hit a big lick, you know that we split it up
Why the fuck this nigga looking at me so weird?
Pull up and we hunt his ass like a deer
Bitches tell me I look good, I don't need a mirror
Xan got me fucked up, I can't even steer
I'm with the bros, smoking loud, we can't even hear
So all the fuck shit you talking, we can't even hear it
Pouring expensive champagne, we don't sip beer
RIP my cousin Tai, I'ma see you there
Finna get a big crib with a chandelier
Ten toes on the ground, what the fuck is fear?
Finna go on tour, see me popping out the lair
Popping out the lair, all these lil' bitches staring
All these hoes wanna fuck, I don't even care
I need a gothic ass bitch with some blue hair
Yeah, hit it from the back, pulling on her hair
I don't love the bitch though, pass her ass to Sinclair
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