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I'm just tellin' y'all right now, bruh Trxple7, we goin' up, and we not gon' stop 'til we at the fuckin' top 1CEY Trxple7 Know what it is bitch, Trxple7 Shoutout IOD, THE KID mixtape, we turnin' up That boy in the trap, he talk over WhatsApp, when I spin his block, sendin' shots to his email He talkin' shit 'bout my bitch, I went to the club and I left with his female I got exclusive drip, this shit can't be purchased through retail These boys, they all over me, swear that they hang off my coattails I took a flight to the moon, my new coupe is all green and blue, just to look like the Benjamins I drive too fast in thе coupe, this thing's control I might lose, I might leavе a fender bent These boys, they be watchin', wishin' they me, cause they'd talk to the famous, like Letterman Even when I'm all alone, it still feel like somebody watchin', I think it's the dead presidents Even though they know there's no one like me, they still keep on using these precedents That boy was talkin' mad shit on the gram, we posted up and he bein' too hesitant You say that you got the money, my brotha you don't got the money and that shit is evident My house surrounded by famous celebrities, know that my house on the hills, money residence Don't make me bring up the past, you been an opp for a while, now you scared Glock finna bust in your shit, finna bust in your bitch, know my Glock is a player Feels like everyone tell, I'm startin' to realize, real is rare I cannot trust anyone with the money, that boy is green like a pear My house is big, got the rides in the front and the block, my garage like a fair Goin' too fast in my lil hellcat, hit a lil bump and we gettin' air Letras de cancionesMy Glock gon' explode, the barrel real bright, that shit like a flare My hood is getting accepted from town, my presidents tellin' me, "run for the mayor" How you talk shit lil bitch? Know your parents didn't plan, you was a pregnancy scare And I got the banzo the bands, got no room in my wallet, got a few I can spare My coupe all black on the outside, with white on the inside, and it got reclining chairs Fly in the G5 across the whole country cause I done got big and said, "muhfuck the road, I take air" Know that my hellcat all red with the black on the trim, and the forgiato rims, huh Know I can call up my brothas and say it's 'bout time for you to get hit, uh huh 1CEY my bro, we pull up in the rolls, and he look like a king steppin' into the mall Diamonds all rainbow, they look like they yellow and red and the green and they look like some leaves in the fall That boy in the trap, he talk over WhatsApp, when I spin his block, sendin' shots to his email He talkin' shit 'bout my bitch, I went to the club and I left with his female I got exclusive drip, this shit can't be purchased through retail These boys, they all over me, swear that they hang off my coattails I took a flight to the moon, my new coupe is all green and blue, just to look like the Benjamins I drive too fast in the coupe, this thing's control I might lose, I might leave a fender bent These boys, they be watchin', wishin' they me, cause they'd talk to the famous, like Letterman Even when I'm all alone, it still feel like somebody watchin', I think it's the dead presidents Even though they know there's no one like me, they still keep on using these precedents That boy was talkin' mad shit on the gram, we posted up and he bein' too hesitant You say that you got the money, my brotha you don't got the money and that shit is evident My house surrounded by famous celebrities, know that my house on the hills, money residence From Letras Mania