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[Intro: Lofty305] C'yeah! Go! Go! Go! C'yeah! C'yeah! Go! Go! Go! Bitch, it's Lofty, c'yeah! Ah! C'yeah, bitch, it's Lofty, c'yeah! Check me, yeah, it's Lofty On the M-I-C, we Blow trees every fuckin' day Posh Gang, nigga, Posh Gang, nigga [Verse 1: Lofty305] Nappy-ass hair, I'm a nappy-ass nigga, bro Yeah, bitch came through and she gave a nigga dome Cause I be the king of this fuckin' throne Lofty305, I'm 'bout to put it on Motherfuck a mic, just like a sticker On the wall, yeah, I got them bitches thicker Sticker, Posh Gang, c'yeah Get up on they knees, yeah, and you heard that story Now let me flip it to another allegory I'm exciting, you are boring Everything that I say, is you snoring? Flooring [Verse 2: Ruben Slikk] Look at me, Ruben Slikk, uber proper mack With a fat sack of cat piss and the anthrax Cokey Shores, elite Posh Gang on the map Judge a nigga how he move, not by how he rap Big money off the brain, let me gang rang Me and my old boy, we got the same name Posh Gang, soo-woo, Metro Zu All the bad bitches know we so cool Came through at art walk, boo crew Swag blast on that ass with the nut goo Oh, goddamn, I don't trust you But I got hoes on the rack on luxury Yeah, you lack on luxury Got my phone vibratin', hoes keep buzzin' me Textin', collectin', paper, the dividends Paypal, shorty, you know I'm gettin' presidents Online, that's where I be at Everywhere I go, iPhone got to see that Yeah, let me hold that shit, get on the Instagram Mack up on the bitch, yeah, you know I'm finna peel the fam Free my other friend cause I heard them bitches dykin' You know she want the dick, I can tell that she like it She only be with her cause that bitch really racked up Ruben fuckin' Slikk, never let these bitches act up Yeah I got it tightened, oppose, get checked Ruben Slikk, yeah, all I do is get handed checks Yeah, let me get them fuckin' bands like a baller It's Ruben fuckin' Slikk, I fuck that ho and never call her Damn I'm a soldier, ridin' with the shit too Ruben fuckin' Slikk, yeah you know I got the shit, foo' What you need? Got a .40, got a .30 Holler at me, hold a 9 and a .30 In the mornin', never on Tuesday At the crib cause you know I'm gettin' too faded With some bitches, get massages in the bedroom Ruben Slikk, fuck a bitch and need some headroom
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- Lofty305
- Ruben Slikk