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[Intro] Zaytoven Uh, what's up, Zay? Yeah, gang, damn, Rich Shoota shit This that, this that strip club Bitch, make it shake, uh This that strip club shit, bitch [Verse 1] I'm throwin' cash on her titties, I'm throwin' cash on her ass That bitch be catchin' a nut, then I put the bag in her bag Your bitch on my dick and I don't gotta brag I fucked on another bitch, now my main bitch mad Uh, let's get it Bought another Hellcat, I ain't even need it Work real hard, made this shit look easy Play with the gang, leave your ass not breathin' Don't give me the cash, boy, your ass not leavin' You not a goon and your man not either You got guns but we got more heaters Your baby mother drink a nigga up, Mojito Five percent tint, tryna duck them people [Bridge] I- I'm not playin' I swear, I- I'm not playin' [Verse 2] Bitch, uh, I'm pullin' straight up in that thang Uh, I'm killing' niggas for my man You try shoot, lil nigga lost his chains Let off a hundred shots, that bitch pissed his pants Dummy bricks 'til they land, uh Gettin' big in the can, uh Drinkin' lean, Dirty Dan Dough ya linkin', what you thinkin'? Rich Shootas the brand Coke brown, Santan' I got, Macs and... Green beams, I attach them 75 on the Draco, I'm tap them I tackled a nigga I blow all these racks on a nigga, uh You can't ball like me Spoil that bitch like me A hundred bands, that's in Saks, lil nigga I'm a killer, that's facts, lil nigga Shoot up your block and I might double back, lil nigga Can't get up on me, I'm sharp as a tack, lil nigga They killed my brother, that's a headache Uh, my uncle gone for a decade Walk in the club with the rackades Even my mother know I live the trap way My Rollie is president, elegant, uh She say my dick big like elephant, woah Walked in the club with the F&N Cubans and white bitches, yeah, I'm sexin' 'em No callin' no textin' 'em, uh, uh Bricks and pounds, bitch, you know that I'm stretchin' 'em My lil niggas catchin' 'em [Chorus] Live my life, thug game tight Been in the dark so long, I only move at night I got that dark brown powder, what them cluckers like I- (I- I- I- I- I-), I- (I-) [Verse 3] I beat that pack just like fuckin' Ike I'm goin' broke, sike Glass pipes, I give my auntie white I'm livin' life I keep my women right So much damn coke, I'm swimmin' in the white Niggas broke as shit, niggas parasites Dogged up like Israelites Issa knife Notes on my tray, fuck is this? It's a kite You might get stabbed tonight [Pre-Chorus] That's that, that's that prison life, haha What you know about that prison life? 'Cause out here, I ain't livin' right So I'm prepared for that prison life [Chorus] Live my life, thug game tight Been in the dark so long, I only move at night I got that dark brown powder, what them cluckers like Uh, so I'm prepared for that prison life
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