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I got pyrex on my beat so you know it cost a whole lot Don't play with opps they drop the dot We pull straight off we stopping cops The spot got pounds they thought I crop Watch him that boy talk to cops My wrist it got a lot of rocks My foreign it do tricks Watch the top drop ask me what the top cost Don't do no dates no top golf I spent racks on one cross I could have bought a trap house My brother he send packs out New condo my shit laid out I been balling on them I get money like im Blake now I got bands in my bank account Got young niggas ready to take you out Wack you since you chasing clout Racks stacks Shit just pilin’ I don't got no stylist drip forreal like thousand island And my diamonds they might blind you Shooters infront got some behind me Damn I took off perfect timing Catch a flight Im flying private Letras de cancionesCatch him lacking llama He went missing they can't find him Im in back of the back reclining My prices they just keep getting higher All these checks keep getting wired Bich I got this shit on fire I got pyrex on my beat so you know it cost a whole lot Don't play with opps they drop the dot We pull straight off we stopping cops The spot got pounds they thought I crop Watch him that boy talk to cops My wrist it got a lot of rocks My foreign it do tricks Watch the top drop ask me what the top cost Don't do no dates no top golf I spent racks on one cross I could have bought a trap house My brother he send packs out New condo my shit laid out I been balling on them I get money like im Blake now I get money like im blake now You rocking designer from last year that shit played out Pussy niggas put they racks up I bring the gang out When we was young we had bang outs Now we bring them k’s out All these rap niggas riding whips they dont own shit 50 round hanging out the clip when I'm in zone 6 It’s Cleveland to East Atlanta we on that 1, 5 Pussy let his gun fire but it don’t count ain't nothing die I got pyrex on my beat so you know it cost a whole lot Don't play with opps they drop the dot We pull straight off we stopping cops The spot got pounds they thought I crop Watch him that boy talk to cops My wrist it got a lot of rocks My foreign it do tricks Watch the top drop ask me what the top cost Don't do no dates no top golf I spent racks on one cross I could have bought a trap house My brother he send packs out New condo my shit laid out I been balling on them I get money like im Blake now From Letras Mania