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[Intro] Ayy, see, that's what the fuck I'm talking 'bout (G, I think we got one) I was just telling Sean, Sean, bro I can't fuck no basic bitch (Yeah) Stop calling my fucking phone, bruh, I ain't tryna hear that shit Woke up like a new man Walked outside in my New York Street Vans Like now, it a big man, ayy (Whoa) Get my racks up, I turned my ass to a big man (Get, get, get, get) [Chorus] TSA stopped us in Vegas Too much ice, they can't believe that we made it (What?) Old niggas on my dick, they invaded You're just mad 'cause your shit is not bumping, just save it, whoa Yeezys, I'm keeping it basic When we stroll through your block, we leaving it vacant (Yeah) I'm an Eastside nigga, please don't mistake it And your girl sent a text, told her, "Happy belated" (Grr, grr, grr) Oh my God Rockstar nigga, I live according (Whoa) Need for Speed demon, I been roaring (Skrrt) I'm on the e-way, a thief in the night, bitch, good morning (Hello) We the type of niggas pull out the ice while it's storming (What?) [Verse] Yeah, yeah, yeah, man, tap in (What? What? Whoa) Ah yeah, he ain't know we make it happen (Whoa) Ah yeah, you brought a knife, you need a MAC-10 Bop-bop, bitch, goodnight, sweet dreams like Marilyn Manson (Grr-ahh) That boy just made a mistake This my shit, I can't even the cake (What?) I'm one hundred, these hoes a disgrace Can you please stay the fuck out my face? Whoa (Get) Captain save-a-ho, need him a cape In that Lambo', do you want to race? (Race) Put my pedal down, smash on the brake In that deep water, shark with the greats, whoa (Whoa) How that nigga, he hating from the bleachers? (How?) I'm on the court, and bitch, I still got my heater, whoa (Boom) 24 on the back of my sneakers (Let's go) She was a good-ass girl I turned into an eater (Yeah) That money is coming in various This cash got my mood on Aquarius (Whoa) Talking down, this and that, it's hilarious I'm the king of my city, I carry it (Yeah) It was beef, so I had to go bury it We sweep through your block like a terrorist Feel like Heath, why the fuck you so serious? Tell that nigga pipe down, boy, you barely lit (What?) Hit a bone with a bag, hit it straight from the back Bitch, I'm royal, I need me a chariot (What?) Ain't no cheapskate for you, I ain't tryna impress I'ma take that lil' bitch to the Marriot (What?) Ain't no playing for keeps, bitch, it's up and it's stuck I'm in love with the game, I'ma marry it (Hundred guns, bitch) Hundred guns if he wanted to carry us Me and gang like the Fast and the Furious (Skrrt) He love talking that shit on the 'Gram When I pop out and see him, he really the scariest (Yeah) And your diamonds ain't blinking enough Boy, you stupid, you should've just got it from Elliot Yellow diamonds like piss, I R. Kelly'd it Me and Frosty bringing all of the action (Gang) John 'bout to pour a four of some medicine (Gang) Triple-seven, bitch, I told her I'm heaven-sent Big show on a nigga (What?) And it's primetime, I'm way too booted up (Whoa) Told my bro-bro, "Hold on, we moving up" (Flex) We in the mode, nigga, go ahead and screw it up With my mask on, I feel like Freddy's son Too many vibes and I said it (What?) I think I need me a medic (What?) Chilling on nothing pathetic You niggas living pathetic (Yeah) He wanna steal my aesthetic (Huh?) Pull up, I make you regret it (Bitch) Two Glocks, these bitches magnetic (Grr, grr, grr, grr, grr) We turn your ass diabetic I seen your bitch on my 'Gram She was DMing me, but I left it and read it (Left it and read it) I did your bitch-ass a favor You really my son, this shit is poetic (It's Donny lil' bitch) We going 24/7, I'm up through the night, it's in my genetics (I'm up and I'm up) I'm in the corner with nobody on me, lil' bitch, I'm shooting like Redick (Ballin') [Bridge] Woke up in this primetime, lil' bitch, let's do it, yeah Please don't steal my sunshine, I'm way too moody, yeah Walking through the rain, Rick Owens on me, I'm groovy, yeah (Whoa) I'm stomping in the puddles, big .30 on me, I'm shooting, yeah (Grr-aah) [Chorus] TSA stopped us in Vegas Too much ice, they can't believe that we made it (What?) Old niggas on my dick, they invaded You're just mad 'cause your shit is not bumping, just save it, whoa Yeezys, I'm keeping it basic When we stroll through your block, we leaving it vacant (Stroll) I'm an Eastside nigga, please don't mistake it (Stroll. whoa) And your girl sent a text, told her, "Happy belated" Oh my God Rockstar nigga, I live according (Rockstar) Need for Speed demon, I been roaring (Need for speed demon) I'm on the e-way, a thief in the night, bitch, good morning We the type of niggas pull out the ice while it's storming, oh yeah (Yeah) [Outro] Whoa