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(Ayy, Turk, turn that shit up) Come on, Turk, what? Door locked, I'm goin' through the, what? If the door locked, I'm goin' through the back door Like what? Like (What?) The door locked, I'm goin' through the back door (Through the back) Got rich, then I turned into an asshole (What?) I gotta spend, that's what the bag for (I gotta spend) Walkin' in designer robes, nigga, this the cash flow (Nigga, this the what?) Young nigga turnt up, nineteen, livin' big (Livin' big) Chrome Hearts, brain chain, fresher than a peppermint (Fresher than a what?) Like how you hatin' from the back? You was never lit (Like how you hatin'?) You talk about your glory days, but you was never shit (You wasn't) You was never like me Spend eight hundred on a plain white tee (That shit plain) Pull up to the spot, everything on me (What?) Heard he trickin' on them thots, come to me, them bitches free (Them bitches free) One thing about the kid, I could never have enough (Never have enough) Movin' on my own, I ain't never had trust (What?) Skip through the lane, tough lay, call me Russ (Lay) Yeah, I gotta keep doin' my thing, it's a must (What?) I'm the young GOAT, niggas first-round busts Rock Balenciaga jeans when I'm out, not a tux (Huh?) I'm touchin' on these bands, hold on, let me add 'em up (Add 'em up) Letras de cancionesMan, these niggas can't compete, I think it's time to pack 'em up (With me, what?) Like what? Like baow The door locked, I'm goin' through the back door (Through the back) Got rich, then I turned into an asshole (Turn into an asshole) I gotta spend, that's what the bag for (That's what the what?) Walkin' in designer robes, nigga, this the cash flow (Nigga, this the cash flow) Young nigga turnt up, nineteen, livin' big Chrome Hearts, brain chain, fresher than a peppermint (Huh?) Like how you hatin' from the back? You was never lit (Hatin' from the back) You talk about your glory days, but you was never shit (You wasn't shit) They turn these niggas' albums off after song one (Go) I'm in Miami with the vibes, I'm tryna bone one (Okay) Lookin' for the opps, if they up top, I put a drone up (Boom, boom) Every time I step into that stu', I hit a home run, okay (Come on) I'm rockin' shit they can't pronounce (Yeah) You bullshittin', how the fuck you think that you gon' make it out? (Stop) My concert got lines around the back like In-N-Out (Come on) I'm too turnt, I fuck that bitch, then she gon' run her mouth (Ha, ha) Gotta chill, that watch he got ain't real (Stop) Don't give a fuck what her nigga say about me 'cause I got mils (Yeah) Got diamonds in my tooth, I don't give no fuck about no grill (Boom, boom) I'm turnt up and this proof I just be showin' how I live, huh (Huh, huh) Twenty thousand in this bitch, arenas watchin' me (Damn) I do a stream for like a week and buy a property (Yeah) I'm the main nigga makin' trends, niggas jockin' me (Okay) Why you tryna flex a hundred bands? It's not a lot to me, okay (Let's go) The door locked, I'm goin' through the back door (Through the back) Got rich, then I turned into an asshole (Turn into an asshole) I gotta spend, that's what the bag for (That's what the what?) Walkin' in designer robes, nigga, this the cash flow (Nigga, this the cash flow) Young nigga turnt up, nineteen, livin' big Chrome Hearts, brain chain, fresher than a peppermint (Huh?) Like how you hatin' from the back? You was never lit (Hatin' from the back) You talk about your glory days, but you was never shit (You wasn't shit) From Letras Mania