[Intro: Crash Rarri]
(David, wake up)
I ain't doin’ no tit for tat
I ain't doin' no mis or match
You already know what the fuck the price is, man, we ain’t changin' that
Yeah
(Aloy)
(You know how the kid play)
Crash Rarri, skrrt
[Chorus: Crash Rarri]
Don't do no tit for tat
Don't do no mis and match
You want that bags, you want that swag, it's thirty-two to be exact
That price not different
Know who you dealin' with
Can't break down bowls or nothin', these niggas, these niggas penny pinch
Can’t bring no hoes around these niggas, they always tellin’ shit
Ain't got no ’Woods for none of these bales, I'm only sellin' it
My brother stay around the brown, I call it melanin
I'm out of town with thirty pounds, I’m finna mail it in, yeah
[Verse 1: Crash Rarri]
I'm finna mail it in, them niggas know I'm peddling
Before I settle in, my homie need a three, so that's another tеn
I could drive my shit up to the nat, he doublе what I spend
You might as well just grab another two, that's what I recommend
I might do a hand in hand 'cause that bitch, she gon' come with friends
And they might get it wet just through the net like they came with Durant
Quarterback it, touch down in the hood and watch it do a dance
Spin and spin and spin and spin again, but I am not a fan
Have you ever got turned on when you found out it land?
It's somethin' sexy 'bout that money when it's in your hand
Don't never show your hand, just wait until you win
I like to flex them bands, I know they watch again
(David, wake up)
I ain't doin’ no tit for tat
I ain't doin' no mis or match
You already know what the fuck the price is, man, we ain’t changin' that
Yeah
(Aloy)
(You know how the kid play)
Crash Rarri, skrrt
[Chorus: Crash Rarri]
Don't do no tit for tat
Don't do no mis and match
You want that bags, you want that swag, it's thirty-two to be exact
That price not different
Know who you dealin' with
Can't break down bowls or nothin', these niggas, these niggas penny pinch
Can’t bring no hoes around these niggas, they always tellin’ shit
Ain't got no ’Woods for none of these bales, I'm only sellin' it
My brother stay around the brown, I call it melanin
I'm out of town with thirty pounds, I’m finna mail it in, yeah
[Verse 1: Crash Rarri]
I'm finna mail it in, them niggas know I'm peddling
Before I settle in, my homie need a three, so that's another tеn
I could drive my shit up to the nat, he doublе what I spend
You might as well just grab another two, that's what I recommend
I might do a hand in hand 'cause that bitch, she gon' come with friends
And they might get it wet just through the net like they came with Durant
Quarterback it, touch down in the hood and watch it do a dance
Spin and spin and spin and spin again, but I am not a fan
Have you ever got turned on when you found out it land?
It's somethin' sexy 'bout that money when it's in your hand
Don't never show your hand, just wait until you win
I like to flex them bands, I know they watch again
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