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[Intro]
Hatin' on me, on me
Hunnid 50 dollar cup, bitch, haha
Red Drum on the beat
Y'all niggas ain't sippin' that, man, fuck you talkin' 'bout
And I know these niggas hatin' on me (Bitch)
[Verse 1]
We get money, we get money but it ain't the same (Nah, nah, nah)
See my Fanta, see my Fanta this shit ain't the same (Whoa)
Big body Phantom, slidin' pass, hoggin' both lanes (Whoo, whoo)
Steve Austin cold on my neck, ain’t no Johnny Dang (Bitch)
I be Ricky’d down, with some 1's on (Bitch)
Hit it from the back, in them guts like a tonsil (Back)
50 for a check (Aye)
All that lil’ ice on yo' neck look suspect (Huh, sus)
We know yo' shit SI (SI)
When I'm ridin' 'round, all my niggas doin' drive-by’s (Drive)
Private jet, hop up on a flight, we in Dubai (Fire, fire)
Real hood nigga, pour a 4 up and it's knee-high (Bitch)
I be switchin' up the swag, mix designer wit' the Fila (Swag, swag, swag)
Real Chicago nigga, need a bad bitch (Swag, swag)
Ridin' down the block, scopin' for ya’ bitch (Scopin' for ya’ bitch, bitch)
Neighborhood, I ain't neighborhood, but I'll take ya’ hood (Yah, yah)
We gon' set up shop and then we raid the hood (Raid the hood)
Rake it up bih, rake it up, like Yo Gotti and 'em (Like Yo Gotti and 'em)
Ridin' 'round town, with a Forgiato on the rim (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Po' it up, Tech, Actavis, yeah that's purple rain (Lean, lean, lean)
Rollin' up Backwoods back to back to fill the pain (Lean, woah)
Hatin' on me, on me
Hunnid 50 dollar cup, bitch, haha
Red Drum on the beat
Y'all niggas ain't sippin' that, man, fuck you talkin' 'bout
And I know these niggas hatin' on me (Bitch)
[Verse 1]
We get money, we get money but it ain't the same (Nah, nah, nah)
See my Fanta, see my Fanta this shit ain't the same (Whoa)
Big body Phantom, slidin' pass, hoggin' both lanes (Whoo, whoo)
Steve Austin cold on my neck, ain’t no Johnny Dang (Bitch)
I be Ricky’d down, with some 1's on (Bitch)
Hit it from the back, in them guts like a tonsil (Back)
50 for a check (Aye)
All that lil’ ice on yo' neck look suspect (Huh, sus)
We know yo' shit SI (SI)
When I'm ridin' 'round, all my niggas doin' drive-by’s (Drive)
Private jet, hop up on a flight, we in Dubai (Fire, fire)
Real hood nigga, pour a 4 up and it's knee-high (Bitch)
I be switchin' up the swag, mix designer wit' the Fila (Swag, swag, swag)
Real Chicago nigga, need a bad bitch (Swag, swag)
Ridin' down the block, scopin' for ya’ bitch (Scopin' for ya’ bitch, bitch)
Neighborhood, I ain't neighborhood, but I'll take ya’ hood (Yah, yah)
We gon' set up shop and then we raid the hood (Raid the hood)
Rake it up bih, rake it up, like Yo Gotti and 'em (Like Yo Gotti and 'em)
Ridin' 'round town, with a Forgiato on the rim (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Po' it up, Tech, Actavis, yeah that's purple rain (Lean, lean, lean)
Rollin' up Backwoods back to back to fill the pain (Lean, woah)
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