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Lyrics

[Intro: Toure] (Dirty Sosa) I'm laughin' at haters like, "Haha" (Ayy, JG) Yeah [Verse 1: Toure] This shit like magic, they see me in traffic Pop up in the trenches like, "Voila" Back at the condo, she losin' connection She just done asked me for the wi-fi Forty floors up, shit, we sky-high Just left the block, I was dishin' the rock We like Jigga and Emory, tied, tied Pop out the cut like, "Fah-fah" Slidin' side-by-side, that's chemistry I ain't lettin' this beef shit finish me Used to spin in a Buick, a Century Feel like we been into it a century Now I'm back, I woke up in the back of a 'Bach This shit feel like a dream, who pinchin' mе? I was twelve in my bag, all them twеlve-twelve bags How the fuck I'ma play in the industry? Rose-gold Patek, this shit fully loaded This the 'Cat, not the Scat, man, this shit fully loaded What happened? I got my first bag, I blowed it I blew it, I'm Jewish, this new one, I hold it, I shield it I jumped in that water, I floated Lil Yachty, I boated This cocaine music, like Gotti, I sold it They said that I been in my bag, I know it The Goyard, the blue one, the old one, the new one I got some shrooms in the room, we should do some I'm tryna have a threesome, I ain't introduce 'em Feel like I'm Pluto, I show her the future I ain't tryna wrestle, she fuck with a loser Switch on the glizzy, it shoot like a movie I click it and frrrt, it's gon' shoot like an Uzi I'm actin' bad like I'm in a Tubi Got hot and I bubbled, shit, I'm a jacuzzi [Chorus: Zoey Dollaz] Yeah, laugh at them haters like, "Haha" Can't believe this is my life Never trip 'bout them haters, I kept it too player, just look at my highlights In the foreign so big, got digital dash, it look like it's sci-fi I laugh at them haters like, "Haha" Oh, they mad? Haha [Verse 2: Toure] Kid up the Carbon and grrah, grrah Mhm, uh-huh Okay, I ain't goin' back broke, nigga, no way, nah, nah Every day, it's a new nigga dissin' me Come get at me, don't at me or mention me With the mob, it's hard to get close to me Bitch, if I turn my back, don't be postin' me She just text, "Where you at?" and I text right back "Bitch, I'm right at the top where I'm 'posed to be" The Glock right on my lap where it's 'posed to be It's right under the wheel like it chauffeur me I walk right into Shyne, tell 'em, "Trophy me" Don't be talkin' 'bout a dime, that's a coat for me Don't be talkin' bout a dub, that's a show for me You can buy me the world, it's a no for me I ain't runnin' out of hope, I'ma still get you smoked Get you right, put you right where you 'posed to be Alright, get you right out the blue like you Loc to me Got me laughin', these niggas a joke to me [Chorus: Zoey Dollaz] Laugh at them haters like, "Haha" Can't believe this is my life Never trip 'bout them haters, I kept it too player, just look at my highlights In the foreign so big, got digital dash, it look like it's sci-fi I laugh at them haters like, "Haha" Oh, they mad? Haha [Outro: Toure] Oh yeah Oh yeah Oh yeah Oh, oh, oh yeah