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I took Percs and some Runtz, in LA, got a bunch I just lifted the truck, now these hoes wanna fuck I just walked through the airport with twenty-three bands Up it fast and they talk to my ho, now they mad I got THC cream, I got oils and dabs I got chemists extracting that shit in the lab My bitch look like Drea, said she got ass You know I'm burning the shots in the gat I get money online, I got digital racks One thousand horses, I like to go fast I got Dior on my fabric and tennises My plug got so many P's, it feel unlimited Have my lil' nigga pull up, we not with the gimmick shit Got an illegal broad with H and they trending shit (That boy Cassius) I'm burning on syrup and no, not no breakfast When I'm in LA, I keep me a weapon J Rocket with me, I know that he steppin' Stomp out that nigga in a pair of Giuseppes Stomp out a nigga in a pair of Balencis The ones with the big bottoms, and they got ridges I took out the plug, I'm burning some bridges I'm buying up guns so you niggas can't press me I'm feeling like Elvis, I'm feeling like Presley Lil' nigga, show respect when you address me Just like the wifi, you know I'm connected Letras de cancionesThey look at my pack and they say it's impressive Took it the same, I can't make no exceptions If it ain't 'bout that money, then I'm not receptive Super sellout the flour, they won't intercept it (Longway, bitch) Young nigga 50 and tell 'em to step Step on a brick in a pair of Giuseppes Thirty-six O's on the Cuban link necklace Forgi' the coupe and it scoot like the Jetsons I'm on the boot with my Cartier glasses I'm in the trap with the chicken like Gladys You can pull up and get veggie patties She want that meat, Big Daddy's 3D bezel, big Patty Hundred pack from the West Coast, big trappin' When the bricks come in, Longway Papi Met the block at the dock with the red Snapple Big capper, yeah, heard he a big capper Get geeked up, used to take two capsules When I'm sitting at the table, we don't eat breakfast What we doin'? Longway, bitch I'm burning on syrup and no, not no breakfast When I'm in LA, I keep me a weapon J Rocket with me, I know that he steppin' Stomp out that nigga in a pair of Giuseppes Stomp out a nigga in a pair of Balencis The ones with the big bottoms, and they got ridges I took out the plug, I'm burning some bridges I'm buying up guns so you niggas can't press me I'm feeling like Elvis, I'm feeling like Presley Lil' nigga, show respect when you address me Just like the wifi, you know I'm connected They look at my pack and they say it's impressive Took it the same, I can't make no exceptions If it ain't 'bout that money, then I'm not receptive Super sellout the flour, they won't intercept it From Letras Mania