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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (This shit too low, Mogyi, turn up the bass) Super rainy, hmm A hundred racks, a Tyson punch, shit don't hit the same I put thirties on my truck, now it don't sit the same Bought a new Birkin and new watch for my new vixen thang Step on it, put fetty on the block to check my whippin' gang Flexin' up like Coach and Pee, I got a bag bag Put hella pounds on the 'Gram, this bitch a hashtag Huh, pourin' mud, be movin' slow, that's 'cause the cash fast Bro just stuffed a half a mil' in slips inside a man bag I stopped trappin' years ago, but I'm still havin' still I like Davins 'cause they spin when I be standin' still Fuck with us, you tryna win, these niggas damaged still I re'd-up for seven mill', I got a Hammer deal She see Richard, she see Vach', she take her clothes off Double-R, just drop the top, she take the doors off Six of wocky in my pop, I'm tryna doze off I took all the dog shit to the show so I can show it off Biscuit on me, turn a nigga cap to fried chicken Yellow Spectra on black bags, it cost me five big ones Told a ho jump in with me, she tryna ride sixes Damn near overcharged the Cybertruck, it got a fried engine I'm still a kid up in my mind 'cause I like patty cake At dealership, confusin' shit, already had a Wraith Letras de cancionesSteve Austin with that bag, bitch, I'm the rattlesnake Ain't no extra room up in the bank, just check the database Who you gon' trust beside yourself when you got Tony bag? Charge little lesser for the showers when I get pony in I might spend extra for the neck if she got OnlyFans Arms up, pointed to the sky, yeah, this the Rollie dance I like Forgi for my shoes, all my hoes come by the three Used to cop all the blues, fuck with us, you tryna eat Gave a rack to my lil' dude, hit your hat, you niggas cheap Fuck a rap, we in the streets, in the trap with all the geeks, nigga Real trap shit, nigga From Letras Mania