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Posin' up vert and it look like a crayon 2,000 limit shit Gucci, no Kreayshawn Pull up, I don't really want eat no fake lunch Free lunch, I don't want reduced lunch I don't want see nothin, I don't wanna do nothing, ooh I don't even care about ya new ones I just caught a oldmobile for the Tuscon Rollin in that mufuckin' sticky Shit can get icky like Vicky Thinkin' bout Houston as Whitney I don't wanna [park?] for my kidney I tell 'em please add Basil I tell her I put [?] I was always on that elevator Can't relive that boy turn that heat up Crib wanna lace out Foreign like a steakhouse Oregon that take out You don't know the way out One thing I don't play bout my mufuckin' money Shawty don't come around here acting funnny [?], baby girl nothing to me Finally I can see everything you showing me 10 piece, 10 piece, 10 piece, 10 keys, type me, write me, Skype me, like me Together that beam on the lazer Swimmin' in the stream with the gators Would cop a spring on a radar That bitch so bad like a racecar Throwin away, yeah Blowin' back on occassions Takin' vacay', yeah, blowin' away Have you ever seen a young nigga like me? Yeah, I'm getting straight to the cheese I was in New Orleans, she was spazzin' on the Jeep 9 hour drive, super long in the seat Quick pit stop, grab a pint of Hennessey I was 10 years old, countin' money in my dreams She ain't have a cloud noon, but I hurt 'bout everything So I took her to the booth and it really made me sing These heart chain thing, but my lights hit a pain, and my eyes they was drained, and my time New Orleans, and that lie where you stood and my heart turn to keys And the chevy let that mufucka bark Bulletproof Tesla do more than self-park Too much in Florida, we got more than them sharks You really extra, I don't really cut the talking We still up finessing, sound like telethon Bought them other land, just like Zion 5, 20 grand, never turn in I don't want the Cashapp, I need the cash hand Quick to cash out, when you get the back in I ain't lash out, 'cuz I had sense Pops quick to spaz out, when I had missed Going on the Monday, one day, coming up the one way Don't want to feed positivity 'bout gunplay I just wanna relive my memories and good days I just wanna see if she feelin' me the good way Choppa clicked up once in the block, yeah the Hoodway You was supa run up bout this pop, round this good place