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[Intro]
(FreshDuzIt)
[Chorus]
I'm a rich, pistol-totin', Glizzy-blowin', young wild nigga
She love my style, she know we bring them choppers out (Choppers out, uh)
We first forty-eight shit (First forty-eight, come here), we forensic baow, nigga (Ha)
Watch how you talk, you say it's up, it's goin' down
[Verse 1]
You say, you can't take it back (Uh-uh)
He get played to full, he catch a hat (Played to full)
I pull up, you see, exact
I got killers strapped, they in the Scat
She ain't 4X, she ain't got the tag (4X)
We outside, they be on the 'net
I teach you, flip the ho just like a pack
I drop a bankroll, get his brother whacked
I thought that he get hoes (Yeah)
I'm tryna touch your toes
I turn her up and have her doin' shit that she ain't did before
All my opps know what it's hittin' four
Bitch, I ain't lost a soul (Uh-uh)
Goin' God, I set the score up like a pick and roll
Uh-huh, that C8 came with ten CEOs, know we in some shit (Gang)
We still be in that rental, bitch, we plottin', tryna spit some shit (We on)
I hit his clues, the ho smokin' exotic gas and coppin' explicit, bitch
They 'bout to stress, it's hard to love a thot
I fucked his ho, he damn hear killed the bitch
[Chorus]
I'm a rich, pistol-totin', Glizzy-blowin', young wild nigga
She love my style, she know we bring them choppers out (Choppers out, uh)
We first forty-eight shit (First forty-eight, come here), we forensic baow, nigga (Ha)
Watch how you talk, you say it's up, it's goin' down
[Verse 2]
These niggas can't fuck with the fours (Can't fuck with the fours)
They really be duckin' big 4 (They really be duck)
Keep my fire if he clutchin' and close
If he on my head, then we fuckin' his bro (Come here)
Not to trust, I ain't tuckin' no poles
On his ass, we be wipin' his nose (We on)
Tryna tuck, we got so many poles
I'm the biggest, stil crackin' the fours (Still crackin' the fours)
I like my bitch red like a rose (Fuck)
They know I'm double R like a Rolls-Royce, comin' beefo, I stick to the code (Get 'em gone)
Bruh up the stick, made her woke (Come on)
She eat dick, she ain't dance on no boats (Thot)
She said 4 'nem be doin' the most (Haha)
Stick party, big Stunna the host
Big steppers, the opps know we step for they poles (Uh-huh)
We step where they be, get with him for a small fee (Wham)
These niggas all cheap (All cheap), my niggas all creep (All creep)
Foenem touch they car, want 'em racks, bitch, we all lost
Give me the back then go to war with me, I don't care 'bout what it cost
Diamonds burr, this shit on frost
[Chorus]
I'm a rich, pistol-totin', Glizzy-blowin', young wild nigga
She love my style, she know we bring them choppers out (Choppers out, uh)
We first forty-eight shit (First forty-eight, come here), we forensic baow, nigga (Ha)
Watch how you talk, you say it's up, it's goin' down
[Intro]
(FreshDuzIt)
[Chorus]
I'm a rich, pistol-totin', Glizzy-blowin', young wild nigga
She love my style, she know we bring them choppers out (Choppers out, uh)
We first forty-eight shit (First forty-eight, come here), we forensic baow, nigga (Ha)
Watch how you talk, you say it's up, it's goin' down
[Verse 1]
You say, you can't take it back (Uh-uh)
He get played to full, he catch a hat (Played to full)
I pull up, you see, exact
I got killers strapped, they in the Scat
She ain't 4X, she ain't got the tag (4X)
We outside, they be on the 'net
I teach you, flip the ho just like a pack
I drop a bankroll, get his brother whacked
I thought that he get hoes (Yeah)
I'm tryna touch your toes
I turn her up and have her doin' shit that she ain't did before
All my opps know what it's hittin' four
Bitch, I ain't lost a soul (Uh-uh)
Goin' God, I set the score up like a pick and roll
Uh-huh, that C8 came with ten CEOs, know we in some shit (Gang)
We still be in that rental, bitch, we plottin', tryna spit some shit (We on)
I hit his clues, the ho smokin' exotic gas and coppin' explicit, bitch
They 'bout to stress, it's hard to love a thot
I fucked his ho, he damn hear killed the bitch
[Chorus]
I'm a rich, pistol-totin', Glizzy-blowin', young wild nigga
She love my style, she know we bring them choppers out (Choppers out, uh)
We first forty-eight shit (First forty-eight, come here), we forensic baow, nigga (Ha)
Watch how you talk, you say it's up, it's goin' down
[Verse 2]
These niggas can't fuck with the fours (Can't fuck with the fours)
They really be duckin' big 4 (They really be duck)
Keep my fire if he clutchin' and close
If he on my head, then we fuckin' his bro (Come here)
Not to trust, I ain't tuckin' no poles
On his ass, we be wipin' his nose (We on)
Tryna tuck, we got so many poles
I'm the biggest, stil crackin' the fours (Still crackin' the fours)
I like my bitch red like a rose (Fuck)
They know I'm double R like a Rolls-Royce, comin' beefo, I stick to the code (Get 'em gone)
Bruh up the stick, made her woke (Come on)
She eat dick, she ain't dance on no boats (Thot)
She said 4 'nem be doin' the most (Haha)
Stick party, big Stunna the host
Big steppers, the opps know we step for they poles (Uh-huh)
We step where they be, get with him for a small fee (Wham)
These niggas all cheap (All cheap), my niggas all creep (All creep)
Foenem touch they car, want 'em racks, bitch, we all lost
Give me the back then go to war with me, I don't care 'bout what it cost
Diamonds burr, this shit on frost
[Chorus]
I'm a rich, pistol-totin', Glizzy-blowin', young wild nigga
She love my style, she know we bring them choppers out (Choppers out, uh)
We first forty-eight shit (First forty-eight, come here), we forensic baow, nigga (Ha)
Watch how you talk, you say it's up, it's goin' down
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