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(Ayy, Southside, where'd you get all that drip?) New chain on chill but I'm hot as two suns Protecting the brand, I went bought some more guns Roll up some shit, look like elephants thumbs [?] watch on my arm Bitches gon' milk 'cause I'm lit like a candle I'm never lacking, getting head with my hammer Ain't used to nothing, she thought Chanel was channel When I record, she show out for the camera But down the Cartier, plain jane the Hublot One bitch that's uno with me in this two-door Stars in the Lambo', I done went pluto Me and this money a dynamic duo Slam on an opp, hit his ass with the suplex Live in a condo and trap out the duplex Ice on my collar, can't tell this a crewneck Walk in the spot, all the hoes holler, "Who that?" I did a feature, they pay with biscotti Used to be OG but now it's exotic No [?] but my strap in the party They pray for my ending but I just got started Gated my house, you can't find it on Zillo Can't go to sleep broke, couple million my pillow Knock off an opp then I fuck on his widow Then catch me a flight, turn to Lil Jon and get low Letras de cancionesI go ham, but no pork [?] Took a jet from LA to New York Know I'm lit but I'm just heating up It's way too early to be passing a torch I turned the condo to a trap spot Let a nigga take my chain, I bet not Already too late if you see that red dot Protecting the brand, I just bought some new Glocks Coronavirus, they went outta stock I give my shooters high price for your top Guarantee one day your body gon' drop Guarantee one day them bitches gon' hate on me Guarantee this the day they gon' get caught I put that AK right there in your face You know when it's a robber, you can't move a lot Walk in the spot, all the rappers, they get back I'm the same niggas they call for they shit back I make my bitches break down like a kit kat You want that smoke but you know you not with that I might work out on your bitch like a six pack Flooded my heavy [?] baguette I'm not the typical nigga you forsee You not the typical bitch I would hush for Gotta let you know you playin' with a don I put that Cartier watch on my arm I done did so much dirt under the sun I done did so much good shit for my mom Rich nigga flow, come from the slums I shoot my opps, I don't spot out then run I got a bitch out in Cali', she blond I spend my money with shine so I won Hundreds on choppers, the meanest of throwback [?] Miami, I'm freeing Lil Kodak Bool on the Lamb' [?] I'm having Zoom calls back of the Maybach If it ain't 'bout millions then maybe it's [?] [?] nigga thinking it's cool No fucks she be tolerating in the crew And we don't make Worldstar, we make the news And everything mafia And everything profitable I don't see nothing from stopping us My bitch want a Birkin, I'm copping 'em Lil' dawg want a body, he dropping 'em Baguettey the chain, make it look different Bust down the Richard to rock in the kitchen Give 'em a stack to clean up the dishes Don't talk on the phone, we know that they listening The trap been producing a hundred a day Bag been charging a hundred a day Youngsta gon' keep a hundred in the K Another hundred on the way Fishscale, every nigga with me get a plate for real Every nigga with me sell weight still Every nigga with me go ape for real I'ma teach you how to work that Drac' for real Like how you make that ass shake for real I'ma fuck in the front of that Wraith for real Your boyfriend an opp, but you safe for real Got a new chain and that bitch come from [?] He got a Rollie, he just beat a body You know it ain't my shit if it ain't exotic She wanna kick it, I don't do karate I'm like lil' shawty, I'm feeling your body Bought her a Cuban, the pendant say Gotti From Letras Mania