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[Intro] (i- i- i love you) (i-) [Chorus] Give me a band, and I'm making it flip, yeah Pockets are really so lit, yeah, nigga I'm really legit .30 is right on my side, though, the way that I'm making shit dip Yeah, and we be smokin' on all types of za, brother's still rolling them clips Don't try to test your luck On the side, we ride with the drums All on my live, she blowing shit up She keep tryna lie, like bitch are you dumb? I think that I really had enough Lil bitch keep tryna make up My new bitch don't need make up Lil bitch we geeked every time we wake up I took a 5, then tried to take 1 Pull out the fire, yeah, I'm gonna run My brother a demon, man you can't tell him none No matter what, he gon' ride with the gun! [Verse] We gonna get your hit out, yeah, we gonna get your hit out Callin' my brother, and he shootin' with venom My pockets full of them sit-ups Talkin' shit, but you know that we gon get 'em Talkin' shit, but you know that we gon get 'em Nigga cornered with a shot to the chest, now he weak and now it's harder for that nigga to get up! Don't you talk about me I'm the goat, bitch, the OG I'm rolling this dope, yeah I'm smoking OG She suckin' my dick and she going OD She wanna pull up 'cause I'm going to recede Pull up cause I'm going to receive There's wock in my cup, and some dabs on my jeans Your brodie off them percs, and you be rolling with them beans! [Chorus] Give me a band, and I'm making it flip, yeah Pockets are really so full, yeah, nigga I'm really legit .30 is right on my side, though, the way that I'm making shit dip Yeah, and we be smokin' on all types of za, brother's still rolling them clips Don't try to test your luck On the side, we ride with the drums All on my live, she blowing shit up She keep tryna lie, like bitch are you dumb? [Bridge] (Yuh, yuh) (Yuh, yuh, yuh) (Yuh, yuh, yuh) (Yuh, yuh, yuh) [Refrain] Give me a band, and I'm making it flip, yeah Pockets are really so lit, yeah, nigga I'm really legit .30 is right on my side, though, the way that I'm making shit dip Yeah, and we be smokin' on all types of za, brother's still rolling them clips Don't try to test your luck On the side, we ride with the drums All on my live, she blowing shit up She keep tryna lie, like bitch are you dumb? I think that I really had enough Lil bitch keep tryna make up My new bitch don't need make up Lil bitch we geeked every time that we go? I took a 5, then tried to take 1 Pull out the fire, yeah, I'm gonna run My brother a demon, man you can't tell him none No matter what, he gon' ride with the gun! [Outro: Marrgielaa & ???] "Nigga got a nigga named Spoof on his tape, thinkin' that shit gon' go up. Nigga got a nigga named Riz on his tape. Nigga tried to replace me, bruh, you can't find no artists like me, bruh. You can't get yo new artists to push your beats like I did, twin. I got yo ass up bruh, I put you on, nigga. And now you gon' work with a nigga name Riz and Spoof. Like, what the fuck bruh? Fuck Rough Rider and fuck 1oneam bruh. Ay, Rough Rider bruh, I ain't gon' lie I'm coming for your whole family, bruh [?]. Ay tell em bruh, ay Rough Rider bruh, you scary as shit [?], they not even gon' know, bro, and he a hypocrite and his beats buns bro, Rough Rider, Rough Rider its over for you bro."