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I just poured up a three (If you not Ball Hog, then die) Just pulled up to the function with a Backwood and me My twin always clutchin', play, we put you on TV I'm in ATL, doin' slimy shit in an SRT Hotbox this car, yeah, we blowin' tree Phone calls from all these A&Rs, yeah, they wanna sign me And I got some shit, I'll flip your car, this an ARP Yeah, I'm 'Tect, I got the blueprint, who the fuck is Jay-Z? Who the fuck? Who the fuck think they want war? I wake up and I put on Dior I'm in Saks, geeked and bored My pockets fat just like Rod These my clothes, I don't got no stylist Heart attack like Bray Wyatt Come get your bitch, this ho wildin' Charge your sticks, they don't be vibin' I done blew up quick like damn, what about collеge? I had to make this shit happen, I ain't havе no option I'm a Ball Hog, oh, but I'll pass to twin, John Stockton Check my call log, I don't fuck with you, bitch, you blocked I just dropped some Tris in my pop Where you goin'? Got you on lock Shut the fuck up, I don't wanna talk Brand-new car, I don't have to walk I feel sick, I need some Wock' Letras de cancionesBrand-new kicks, Chrome Heart socks This bitch chips, this bitch chopped Oh my god, look at 'Tect, he did his shit, yeah, he made it far Play any game, there a chance you won't make it to tomorrow Goin' up strong, I'm makin' the shot, and you niggas foul Dream, havin' dreams of with this ho, play her like guitar Drop his ass, put him on the fuckin' floor, feel like James Harden Got diamonds on my teeth, I just poured up a three Just pulled up to the function with a Backwood and me My twin always clutchin', play, we put you on TV From Letras Mania