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Icewear Vezzo, Future
Damn Max, this one's too hard alright
Got me and my cell
Drive that Lambo fast look
Like I'm speed racing
This new Richard cost a milli'
Like I'm dream chasing
I been gettin' money since a teenager
Stick dirty, pop dirty but got clean paper
Pop me a G6 and now my jaw lockin'
Draco on me this bitch singin'
Just like Carl Thomas
Mix Xannies with the molly, I got bar hobbies
Fuck this rappin'
This shit fail then I'm gon start robbin'
Sticky on me tucked, bitch I'm a demon
Rollie blingin', got a bitch, she look
Like Saweetie, fucked her good
She eat my semen only sip that keke
I be fiendin' cause I need it
Got a choppa on my, I call it Jeezy
VVSs diamonds, I don't wear average
Got a brand nеw F&N, I like to stare at it
Bitch I'm really up just likе
The stair or attic ray Ray with me
He gon' blow shit like a head gasket
You don't sell dope, scam, drop bodies
You can't hang with us
Yeah, all we postin' up with
Is all gang members
GI certified, got a Urus in both ears
She want me to urinate on her
I ain't got no chill fucked this tall
Yellow shit look like Naomi Campbell
Just doin' Eliantte diamond
This a high number
Pinky ring cost a nigga about a brick of dog
Came from sellin' dope and stashin'
Bricks inside the wall
Man, that ho you tryin' to wife
I smash and never call
Should've been a pimp
Bitch beggin' me to take it off
Drug traffickin' made a millionaire
Out my lil dawg get ghost on a RnB superstar
And made the blog take the rap show money
I'm goin' and buyin' bales
They gon' slide when they come through
They give the opps hell
Money, good pussy, promethazine
All I ever need
And everyday we do the dash, fuck 12
High speed got my motor in the trunk
With some very loud pipes
Put on twenty diamond chains
Got on very loud ice
Got the bando goin' crazy with
The green and the white
You can hear the money machine
Beepin' while we shootin' dice
I was raised up with junkies
And I came out that zoo
AK clip with the monkey nuts
Shoot it 'til your hand blue
I get doped up on these Adderalls
I treat it like food
Count some millions up by hand
And I still ain't through
Had to give away some of my bitches
All these bitches I run through
All these sticks like we from Japan
All these bricks kung fu
Drive that Lambo fast look
Like I'm speed racing
This new Richard cost a milli'
Like I'm dream chasing
I been gettin' money since a teenager
Stick dirty, pop dirty but got clean paper
Sparkles in it
Pop me a G6 and now my jaw lockin'
Pop me a G6 and now my jaw lockin'
Draco on me this bitch singin'
Just like Carl Thomas
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