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Lyrics

[Intro] EVRGRN with the heat, yeah [Chorus] Courtside, smellin' like a quarter pound We just tryna make it pile Hundred bands up on my mind Made a rack a hundred times Cartiers, look like I'm blind You can get folded with the fire Told that bitch to hold it down Courtside, smellin' like a quarter pound We just tryna make it pile Hundred bands up on my mind Made a rack a hundred times Cartiers, look like I'm blind You can get folded with the fire Told that bitch to hold it down [Verse] In the trenches where you can't come Glock with a dick, you now gon' leave your man dismantled Oh, he gon' leave him, pick his mans up Bet you never seen him dead up in mad blood, uh We was really up in trench with them bed bugs, ayy I was even with your bitch, give her mad funds, uh How the fuck you look so drip up in Von Dutch? ayy It don't gotta be expensive to get sauced up, ayy I got vibes up in the tints takin' they bras off, ayy I got killers in the pents when they back on road, ayy Told lil' bro, "Go spin the bend", and he came back with nothing Ayy, could've went and bought a crib, but I bought a Rolex If you got it on your mind, you better say it with your chest Heard that you gon' plead the five, that mean you gon' plead the fifth [?] like I'm up in Michigan Don't know 'bout you, but I'm in it to win I made a dollar, and did it again [Chorus] Courtside, smellin' like a quarter pound We just tryna make it pile Hundred bands up on my mind Made a rack a hundred times Cartiers, look like I'm blind You can get folded with the fire Told that bitch to hold it down Courtside, smellin' like a quarter pound We just tryna make it pile Hundred bands up on my mind Made a rack a hundred times Cartiers, look like I'm blind You can get folded with the fire Told that bitch to hold it down