| Whole time I knew niggas been fake
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| Two Chanel bags for my sidepiece
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| I feel like I’m Gandhi, but that besides me
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| Snakes on his head, I ain’t talkin' Don C
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| Gave my bitch a hundred racks, told her not to mind me
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| Me and Draft in that Lam', Concrete’s first signee
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| I’ll plead the Fifth if them coppers try me
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| I’m slime, I’m swift, I’m too damn sneaky
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| I’m a young hot boy, gold teeth like B.G.
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| Fuck what them niggas sayin', I know they need me
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| Backyard too much land, might build a teepee
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| Tripod hold a stick, pierce you like a CD
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| My bitch can’t get my phone, she know not to ask me
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| Only Brandon Mitchell, know where the cash be
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| That’s my blooda for life, feel like mama had him
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| Someone play with her wrong, trust me, I’ma bag him
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| Mouth platinum, wrist random
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Lemon-head shawty give me mouth and it’s so exquisite
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| Fuck her one time, she want her whip pimped, I’m not Xzibit
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| Talkin' 'bout she want a Birkin, now she talkin' gibberish
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Apple-head bitch give me dome, it’s ten out of ten
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| Think that I won’t fuck on her friends, bitch, go think again
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| Concrete boy, been outside, bet she let me in
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| Shouldn’t have to say this shit, but who we better than?
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| Told my bitch to go eat Mediterranean
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| Finna walk over this beat like a pedestrian (Pedestrian)
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| I just bought a brand-new whip, it is obsidian
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| This bitch wanna fuck, I just want mouth, so she upset again
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| Will I drive the Benz or the Lam'? |
| Well, that depends
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| Double down on my numbers, I need all my ends
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| Pussy play with me wrong, go up in his chin
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| Call my young nigga Beyblade, he can’t wait to spin (Spin)
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| I was seventeen years old tryna crack a BIN (Yes)
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| His lil' bitch a lil older, she like juice and gin (Oh, yes)
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| I like juice and Sprite (Mhm), so I call her twin
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Lemon-head shawty give me mouth and it’s so exquisite
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| Fuck her one time, she want her whip pimped, I’m not Xzibit
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| Talkin' 'bout she want a Birkin, now she talkin' gibberish
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Apple-head bitch give me dome, it’s ten out of ten
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| Think that I won’t fuck on her friends, bitch, go think again
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| Concrete boy, been outside, bet she let me in
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| Oh my, oh wow
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| Bitch think that I won’t fuck on all her friends
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| Told that stupid ho think again |