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Lyrics

[Part I] [Intro] Ayy, and I'm in the spot with Zaytoven Y'all already know what the fuck goin' on [Verse] Ayy, h-h-heard niggas say they was fuckin' with me, niggas capped out they mind (Gang) What the fuck was they thinkin'? (Niggas not fuckin' with me) Got niggas mad 'cause I'm countin' up bread everyday, every week, yeah that's my motivation 6 in LA, smokin' exotic gas Hit it straight to the face, eyes low like a Asian Cut the bitch off we don't have no relation, y'all niggas dick ride (Zaytoven), that's a new occupation This might fuck up the nation (Might fuck up) My road trip be y'all niggas vacation (C'mon) Niggas half of my size, if he tryna run up, I'ma beat the boy ass, ain't no placement Link up Max, the twin threw me the lob That bitch top me so good, give her 5 star ratin' Brand new crib, the community gated I fuck bitches of all kind of races (C'mon) Shit I'm talkin' gon' feed generations, I been had six figures, y'all not tryna go there Bitch all I rock is designer, I'm steppin' in Marni, I told the lil' bitch, "These is Mohairs" I'm sippin' purple, no Bonnie I feel like Muhammad Ali, knockin' shit out the program Beam on the Glock, this shit godly Your bitch suckin' dick just like soccer, she ain't using no hands (Sit back), gang [Part II] [Intro] Ayy It's not too many niggas really fuckin' with me, man Like seriously, like bar for bar, like lyric for lyric Not too many niggas fuckin' with me That's period [Verse] Ayy (Ayy), ayy (C'mon) This a mini Drac', not for accessory (Woo) I fuck model hoes, why is you testin' me? I get geeked out my body excessively .44 Bulldog, gon' shoot, I ain't wrestling Need to pay me a bag to get next to me Block that ho once a day, she be stressin' me I just fucked on your ho accidentally 30 rounds in this choppa, get 10 a piece We got rackies too, what y'all boys wanna do? (Bitch) I got more fuckin' wheels than a carnival (Skrrt) Lil' twin ready to spill like some fuckin' juice Had to get off the pills 'cause I fuck with Juice Richer than all my idols, can't fuckin' lose Niggas can't run a mile up in these shoes Niggas love actin' wild, they never do shit I got niggas that's dyin' to run into you Have my twin throw a bomb, that's Cam Newton You ain't talkin' no bag then I can't do it I don't gotta talk shit, let the fans do it I can't peep that boy shit, had to glance through it That's yo lil' bitty bitch? Niggas ran through it Been had money before the advance VS1 diamonds sittin' on my wrist, I been shittin' on niggas, they ain't have a chance (Brr, boop, boop, boop) Gang, all of my bitches be grown Don't know what these nigga on I've been the one since I came out, I'm back in my zone, time to put these nigga on .4-.4-.44 Bulldog, it keep barkin', tryna find a bone Bitch, I got it on my own I'm rockin' Issey Miyake, mixin' shit with Chrome I'm Mr. Put-This-Shit-On Fuck from the back, got that bitch recitin' all my songs N-n-nigga with me, watch your tone Most of these niggas that you would think are really real, really is sweet all along I-I-I walk outside with that stick up on me, this for real, nigga I be all alone Most of the niggas I'm ridin' with be in the field, nigga you be on the phone (Pussy, brr) [Outro] Yeah (Boop) Come outside, come outside We gon' catch you, come outside (Ayy) Ayy, sit back