[Verse 1: Dolla Dame]
I be balling just like Philthy, with my Cali player
Treat [?] that watch, just like [?]
Do 200 years before I give my [?] up
I just sold 5000 beans, got my Patek bust
[?] bitch gon' shoot, just like it's Call of Duty
Fill a bag with dog shit, [?] Louie
Only steppers on my label, I'm [?]
Talking real hittas, [?] die before they call a truce
I like playing tripple cups, keep my ice cold
[?] right boes
Shoot that bitch without no beam, cut the lights on
Lil baby Glock up in my pocket, like an iPhone
[Verse 2: FMB DZ]
Roley dancing like a Jabberwocky
Shiney pointers in my cubans, got these niggas salty
Get your bitch up out my face, 'cause I can't keep her off mе
Know them niggas robbed you for your kick [?] they know you'rе a zombie
Yeah, you a [?] nigga, you a ham
I was in the trap bagging grams, motherfuck a scam
Sware to God I fell in love with Glocks, they don't ever jam
I was in the kitchen tryna whip it, fucking up the pan
Everybody rocking purple jeans, I don't want them pants
I don't even really wanna talk, if it ain't 'bout bands
[?] see a nigga with me now, he is not my mans
Pull up, drop a hundred on your block and fuck up your plans
We fucked up his friends
Hit his block in the S580, we hopped out the Benz
[?] ten, blue tips in the [?] send them through the wind
Once it's up, you know it's up forever, you know this shit never ends
I be with bullys, do your research on us, we pull up with fullys
This is way before the shysty masks, all we had was hoodies
[?] I [?] most of these niggas scary
Just me and Berry, [?] pulled up on Seminary
Pole tucked, brodie sitting outside in his Roles Truck
We pull up in a new Mclarin, [?] doors up
Hold up, I forgot to mention we was frozed up
Racked up, catch an opp in public, he get smacked up
I be balling just like Philthy, with my Cali player
Treat [?] that watch, just like [?]
Do 200 years before I give my [?] up
I just sold 5000 beans, got my Patek bust
[?] bitch gon' shoot, just like it's Call of Duty
Fill a bag with dog shit, [?] Louie
Only steppers on my label, I'm [?]
Talking real hittas, [?] die before they call a truce
I like playing tripple cups, keep my ice cold
[?] right boes
Shoot that bitch without no beam, cut the lights on
Lil baby Glock up in my pocket, like an iPhone
[Verse 2: FMB DZ]
Roley dancing like a Jabberwocky
Shiney pointers in my cubans, got these niggas salty
Get your bitch up out my face, 'cause I can't keep her off mе
Know them niggas robbed you for your kick [?] they know you'rе a zombie
Yeah, you a [?] nigga, you a ham
I was in the trap bagging grams, motherfuck a scam
Sware to God I fell in love with Glocks, they don't ever jam
I was in the kitchen tryna whip it, fucking up the pan
Everybody rocking purple jeans, I don't want them pants
I don't even really wanna talk, if it ain't 'bout bands
[?] see a nigga with me now, he is not my mans
Pull up, drop a hundred on your block and fuck up your plans
We fucked up his friends
Hit his block in the S580, we hopped out the Benz
[?] ten, blue tips in the [?] send them through the wind
Once it's up, you know it's up forever, you know this shit never ends
I be with bullys, do your research on us, we pull up with fullys
This is way before the shysty masks, all we had was hoodies
[?] I [?] most of these niggas scary
Just me and Berry, [?] pulled up on Seminary
Pole tucked, brodie sitting outside in his Roles Truck
We pull up in a new Mclarin, [?] doors up
Hold up, I forgot to mention we was frozed up
Racked up, catch an opp in public, he get smacked up
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