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Doot, doot, doot, doot FLYGOD Doot, doot, doot Ayo, rockin' ninety-nine-percenters One by high East, smelled West, they hid the bricks in the ceiling Condos on Brickell, cookin' bricks, buy two shoes My death, I crashed my yacht drinkin' Veuve in jewels My whole team got the Supreme, bodybag Celine Common Projects with Python strings, coppin' keys Shoppin' sprees, bought fifteen, they all clean Key thing is to know fiends who know fiends It's yours, it's his, mine Your own workspace cubicle, smirk face crucible Superluminal, goose wool, loose pull Need to re-roll that, he sold stat old hat And dungarees, new shoes for baby Food, clothing, and shelter, no if, ands, or maybes Maintain the gravy train, made claims of slavery Bad investment banking, the best went blanking (Brr, brr) Stankin' You witnessin' the slang king, hypnotist ranking Ayo, God ain't made one bulletproof nigga yet (Brr, brr) High, high top Ricardo Tiscis with the big ass check Letras de cancionesStone Island parkas, baggin' work out and we hawkin' Supreme goggles, I'm 'bout to ski on it Got fiends doin' the Shmurda dance, servin' grams Word to Yams, three bricks for a hundred bands Love me or hate me, I'm doin' greatly Bape trenches, goin' ape-y, take it off safety (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) Don't get your head blown the fuck off (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) It's yours, it's his, mine (Sly shit) It's yours, it's his, mine (Sly shit) It's yours, it's his, mine (Sly shit) It's yours, it's his, mine (Sly shit) It's yours, it's his, mine (Sly shit) It's yours, it's his, mine (Sly shit) It's yours, it's his, mine (Sly shit) It's yours, it's his, mine Them- Them- Them- Them bricks, I set 'em up Them- Them- Them- Them- Them- Them bricks, I set 'em up Them- Them- Them- Them- Them- Them bricks, I set 'em up Them bricks, I set 'em up From Letras Mania