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(Summertime Butch) Big BSF Griselda, n**** (Y'all n***** don't got enough to stop me, n****) You can't talk money to a n**** who been broke and rich, n**** (Y'all n***** don't got enough money, y'all n***** don't got enough guns to stop me, n****) In the trap with my stick out, I ain't goin' back to the big house Frontin' like you on, but, y'all was just askin' for discounts Three-hundred in a day, wait, that's actually a miscount (Hahaha) My lawyer told me, it's a half a million, by his count, yeah (Yeah) You know, that's real shit I don't gotta check my bitch, 'cause I tame mine It's time to go, and I just tap my wrist like it's Dame Time (Ayo, we out) In the pocket, throwin' spirals You know this game, you put out something hot, and they won't like you But, get shot, you goin' viral Push the Cullinan on Mulholland (Skrrt) I played the game right With stash houses and rubber bands, one hand wash the other hand This year we gon' settle it (Uh-huh) As veterans, we know that nothing come before presidents Muscle don't beat intelligence How far I went in school was irrelevant, wrong one to bet against (Uh-huh) I gave my hood drugs like I had a degree in medicine Spendin' digits on glitter When the last time you heard a n**** spit it as realer? Got dope boys trendin' on Twitter, ugh Letras de canciones I made this shit look good again I made this shit look good again Buck-twenty in a Trackhawk Look at this shit rap up (Uh-huh) Pick my niece up, she point at my piece and say "What that cost?" (A lot) Your money slowin' up, I guess the streets got you blackballed 'Cause every plug you know severed ties with a hacksaw (Ayo, hold up, let me address this) How I'm anti-Semitic? Was only handing y'all credit Immigrants built foundations, these standards that I commended (Uh-huh) If I'm wrong, I stand corrected Not to boast, but, me and my Jewish lawyers still toast over glasses and Manischewitz My right hand man rich, but my big brother buried (Rest in peace) Went to my OG's funeral in all-white Amiri (Uh) Me and Hit-Boy got a classic, same thing for me and Harry I made millions just kickin' it like Adam Vinatieri (The Butcher comin', n****) They wonder how I did it, I'm hearing whispers from critics But, the numbers never lie and neither do analytics Fuck all the naysayers They say it's crazy that even my bitch make more than a WNBA player Ah, let's go From Letras Mania