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Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah Yeah, ayy [Verse] When Lil Jerry had the Marauder, I had fifteen dollars A glass jar and an eight ball of powder Now I carry 'round dubs like the shit ain't a problem I got clio in Toledo, I'll be there in an hour Certified in the streets, I done ran with some dogs Valet park at the 'Set, draggin' bags out the mall If you here, then it's cheap, I need gas if you far But when I say I got gas, I don't mean I gotta fart Used to ride an oldie, rims spin when I park To jumpin' out a Benz, shirt Given' with the stars Or Given' with the dog, tune in when I talk I'm too motherfuckin' fresh, I can't blend in with y'all Used to snatch Cartis, now I snatch tags off before the party Thousand-dollar jeans, these ain't Ed Hardys Twenty-five hundred for the sneakers, that's a pair of Cartis Still gon' have a hundred on in jewelry when I turn forty Lookin' for me, nigga, then you know just where I'm at Tell my life story, I don't know if I can rap Silver spoon niggas, you don't know about the trap Real plug, get back on me when you finished with the pack Bitch walk in the crib, make her turn her phone in All these blues on me like I'm turnin' phones in She ain't tryna fuck me, then she goin' home then Streets so motherfuckin' cold, I don't trust my own mans Had the Benz truck and then I did the 550 Nigga, ask your ho about it, she was catchin' rides with me Drink a four, pop a Perc', that shit got my hands itchin' Hit the town, make a swap, ridin' back with bands with me Fool in the kitchen, turn a split into an eighth Bustin' down bales, let the worker keep the shake Dropped so many motherfuckin' pounds, I'm in shape Boy, don't call my line if it ain't involvin' cake Dickies on, stack season, feelin' like I'm Pay Ball so fuckin' hard, they can't guard me in the paint Free my real niggas on the yard with them shanks Gotta keep that tool on you in the garden with them snakes I ain't buyin' another fuckin' car 'less it's a Wraith Stars in the ceiling, feeling like I'm outer space Shiny Moncler, Rollie on like I'm Mase Niggas dick handle, only thing we handle is this pape' All we got is money on the schedule, ballin' on another level, nigga Welcome to Ghetto Boy records, nigga Go to war about this money, it's whatever, nigga Paid an extra couple for the whip 'cause it got leather in it If I up this bitch, you better not move, don't get clever, nigga Lay your ass down underground with the devil, nigga I ain't pass my test in high school, but bought a Tesla, nigga Gucci man-bag on my shoulder with a tester in it Dropped another chain, boy, I know you feel the pressure, nigga In and out of Golden Sun, ain't talkin' 'bout the weather, nigga We might got the same fuckin' watch, but I look better in it We might got the same fuckin' whip, but I look better in it Ain't go to court this morning, now I got a warrant Just left the dealership, I got another foreign Ballin' like the Knicks from all these blues and oranges You ain't in the mix, bitch, you ain't important Bought a whole thing and cooked half of it Took the other half to the O, I think the Cavs want it Dropped a four way inside the water, put a bath on it Every time that bag touch down, I spend my last on it [Outro] Hah, ayy I'm peepin' you niggas out there ridin' my motherfuckin' wave, nigga Talkin' 'bout no hook this, no hook that, nigga I started this shit, nigga You hear me? Who the fuck talkin' like this, nigga? Y'all can't fuck with me, nigga Ayy Let the beat ride out, Dave (David Wesson)