[Intro]
Yeah, aye, yeah
Aye, go, go
The coldest nigga under the sun
And I'm in the car with two because I know I'm the one
[Chorus]
I'm a fresh and clean nigga but I keep a dirty bitch
I sweep his block with the mop, now this Glock a dirty stick
I treat Atlanta like Los Angeles and Buckhead like the Hills
I keep a stripper her ass plastic but everything I do real
My favorite watch a Jacob, not a kiosk I'm a player
Don't make moves out of desperation, moving broke how you meet your maker
I just do what I just do but I still can't do no favors
I wake early in the morning, re-up, then wave to my nеighbors
[Verse]
I pull up in the Benz but I still want the Aston
If this rap shit don't work wе gonna trap out the mansion
I got mud in the fridge and got pills in the cabinet
And she keep on asking, "How it shoot if it's plastic?"
It don't take shit to put your man in a casket
You ain't gotta start 'em, turned your bitch to a basket
The way this Glock hit, every time it's a classic
I know my life is a movie, you get clipped when we start shooting
Your favorite rapper lying, probably signed to a major
Probably never owned a gun till the day he joined a label
Why Tony don't do features with them? 'Cause they don't got paper
Every piece I got on real, we non-fiction, they some fables
I lie to my bitch like these rappers do they fans
I'm a player in the game so you won't find me in the stands
If all you do is sit on your ass, you won't understand
I promise if I fuck your bitch once, I could fuck again
Shawty brought her friend with her so I made her fuck her friend
Pussy was so good that I had to let her fuck my mans
I ain't talking 'bout her toes when I tell her, "Touch ten"
I'm so fresh and clean but I sip dirty, count dirty bands
Yeah, aye, yeah
Aye, go, go
The coldest nigga under the sun
And I'm in the car with two because I know I'm the one
[Chorus]
I'm a fresh and clean nigga but I keep a dirty bitch
I sweep his block with the mop, now this Glock a dirty stick
I treat Atlanta like Los Angeles and Buckhead like the Hills
I keep a stripper her ass plastic but everything I do real
My favorite watch a Jacob, not a kiosk I'm a player
Don't make moves out of desperation, moving broke how you meet your maker
I just do what I just do but I still can't do no favors
I wake early in the morning, re-up, then wave to my nеighbors
[Verse]
I pull up in the Benz but I still want the Aston
If this rap shit don't work wе gonna trap out the mansion
I got mud in the fridge and got pills in the cabinet
And she keep on asking, "How it shoot if it's plastic?"
It don't take shit to put your man in a casket
You ain't gotta start 'em, turned your bitch to a basket
The way this Glock hit, every time it's a classic
I know my life is a movie, you get clipped when we start shooting
Your favorite rapper lying, probably signed to a major
Probably never owned a gun till the day he joined a label
Why Tony don't do features with them? 'Cause they don't got paper
Every piece I got on real, we non-fiction, they some fables
I lie to my bitch like these rappers do they fans
I'm a player in the game so you won't find me in the stands
If all you do is sit on your ass, you won't understand
I promise if I fuck your bitch once, I could fuck again
Shawty brought her friend with her so I made her fuck her friend
Pussy was so good that I had to let her fuck my mans
I ain't talking 'bout her toes when I tell her, "Touch ten"
I'm so fresh and clean but I sip dirty, count dirty bands
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