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[Intro] (L1sten) (How the fuck is this possible?) [Pre-Chorus] I don't care what she sayin' Too-too [?], stuck in a trance Boy broke, got no bands Baby this Rick Owen on me, I ain' rockin' no vans I need that pape in advance I need that-I need that cash when I land Number Nine on me, rockin' shi you can't Undercover tee, I give to my twin (Yeah, go) [Chorus] But this overseas drip don't fit, on God Nigga sad, what you miss yo' bitch? Nigga fried What the fuck, I ain' trip bout shi, I ain' lie Niggas sweet, jus' wan' talk onna live Like, I would buck up with you if I had me the time Dont wan' talk, I'm gettin' way too fried When he see the five, that nigga hide [Verse 1] When he see us watch that boy, he get low I'm in New York wit GL, nigga get low Can't even talk 'bout money 'cause I get mo' Niggas be grimey, gotta keep that stick close Made me a band off a distro New money comin' like we print those All black whip, don't got no tints though But you can't even see in this V, you won't get close Needa back up Ten toes, don't need no back up Boy I ball up, get ya stats up You starving, nigga I get fatter [Bridge] Yeah, go [Verse 2] Pockets on fat like goddammit, them motherfuckers eat Focused on money, don't care 'bout no tea Biggest buffet, they gon' throw up my B Way I need gas, you would think I'm on E Bands, bands, bands, got 'em comin' in three (Y-yuh) Square ass nigga look like Steve Diamonds all on me nigga like I'm Steve Twin sip Quagen, hell no he not steez Tesla I whip it, don't got no key Niggas still starvin', wan' come to the feast Just stay in that famine, ain' eatin' wit me [Chorus] But this overseas drip don't fit, on God Nigga sad, what you miss yo' bitch? Nigga fried What the fuck, I ain' trip bout shi, I ain' lie Niggas sweet, jus' wan' talk onna live Like I would buck up with you if I had me the time Dont wan' talk, I'm gettin' way too fried When he see the five, that nigga hide