[Intro]
307, two-door coupe
GTA, I got shooters
Turtle shell top, bulletproof

[Chorus]
Whatever I'm with, my bitch with it too
Balenciaga and them sticks included
Crash out, crash out, crash
Crash out, crash out, crash

[Verse 1]
Send a nigga straight up to God
Hold it two hands, it's a carbine (Hold it two hands)
Either you trappin' or robbin' (Either you trappin')
Why waste your time if you 'flaugin'? (Why waste your time?)
Stackin' it, uh, rackin' it, uh, all the way up to Jupiter (Jupiter)
Flip it, uh, flip it, flip it, cool
Servin' junkies, I was still in school
Zone 3, Zone 6 niggas never play fair, they gon' slime you out
Once you join a gang, it ain't no way you get out
They just jacked the car, they need 'em somethin' to spin out
Layin' inside the bushes tryna get my rent up
Camе up on a bird and ever since, I'vе been up
Re-up on the first and third, stashin' cash in shoe boxes
Go wash your hands, you got 'em dirty, you gon' need a new Glock
Drinkin' on syrup, work, splurge
Adderall, Perc', Xan', X
P90 Ruger, fully loaded TEC
Ho confused, she just too obsessed
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