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Earl on the beat Lil Zay Osama, on the swag, gang, gang, gang Dropped the pow, pop, pop, gang, gang, gang Ain't rockin' this Babe, ho This is Dior, I ain't rockin' no Bape (Ain't rockin' no Bape) I gotta go far, I don't care what you say (I don't care what you say) Rockin' the AP (No, no, no, no) AP, buss down Fucked your bitch, she a buss down Home run, touch down Money came in, call it clutch now I got on Off-White, I ain't rockin' no Bape I got her all night, I'm fuckin' her face I ran up a milli' and threw it in change Them niggas boolin', it ain't too much to say I'm from the S where we gang bang Youngest trapper know it's just to maintain I got one in the hat so it's bang, bang Every city I'm lettin' my chain swing I be crackin', still fuck with the visas I be trappin', still fuck with the reefer Exotic, a dirty, no tool, boutta fire You know all my prices is decent I rap with the dirty, I call me a meeting Letras de cancionesAnd I'm on my way to Ibiza Check the bag, I'm a overachiever I got bands on my stripes, like a zebra With the business, I'm on top like I'm white With the bitches, I'm a thief in the night My bro in the feds, I send him a kite Pay for him a lawyer, make sure he alright AP, buss down Fucked your bitch, she a buss down Home run, touch down Money came in, call it clutch now I got on Off-White, I ain't rockin' no Bape I got her all night and I'm fuckin' her face I ran up a milli' and threw it in change Them niggas boolin', it ain't too much to say Every diamond is a VVS Lil bro finessin' with TCF Thick white bitch woulda came here She fuck on me and my mans I spend the guap on Dior shoes My lil' right bitch, she with me, do mushrooms When I spray the chopper I need much room I'm big body, parking I need much room I got some head from Nene I was there, fuckin' on Cece I got a call from TZ Closed at the back door, 3-D They gettin' high off the white But this ain't no And I just hope I don't tweak, tweak 'Cause this chopper fold your mans So you better watch what you say 'Cause these niggas with me don't play That's my slatt, that's my slime He's gon' shoot at your face AP, buss down Fucked your bitch, she a buss down Home run, touch down Money came in, call it clutch now I got on Off-White, I ain't rockin' no Bape I got her all night, I'm fuckin' her face I ran up a milli' and threw it in change Them niggas boolin', it ain't too much to say Whoa, whoa, whoa Oh, whoa, whoa Chop man, you know what I'm sayin' man Young niggas, made it out the trenches, man You know about it, man AP, buss down, home run, touch down Gang, gang, gang From Letras Mania