Let wrist lit like candy
She gonna pop like ample
A bad bitch, a rambo
See my shit like fan
I got struck like flat
No, I got extra am
I chop, give me ten job extend goddamn
Chop give me ten glass extend goddamn
Whole lot of shit I can't talk about
I made an M on my mama house
Drifting a limb on a roundabout
Speeding on speeding, no digging, I'm slowing down
Can't be for niggas
That's under me
That nigga really is under me
You fight with your bitches
She running me
She pulling up with the dick where her tummy be ?
I fly first on the economy
Is she a ten ? I need a Grammy, that nominee I want to win Deanigas Gimmicks, I want to bethey only pretend I'm getting money like constantly
They keep coming in
Let wrist lit like candy
She gonna pop like ample
A bad bitch, a rambo
See my shit like fan
I got struck like flat
No, I got extra am
I chop, give me ten job extend goddamn
Chop give me ten glass extend goddamn, pop
Shit, shit
Automa on my wrist
Automobile my bitch.I just swipe my card on
No, not spin
I dropped ten bands like it's night andthen check my counter, see no difference
I got the big bands, no budget
I moved to Adam, being rich ever since rich
I got the drip drip
I got a lot
Niggas are tucked down on a game, but they know me on top
Ain't sticking to one sound
They keep trying to put me in a box
He went for a touchdown till I pull upand go ready moss to ho in the lamp
Let wrist lit like candy
She gonna pop like ample
A bad bitch, a rambo
See my shit like fan
I got struck like flat
No, I got extra am
I chop, give me ten job extend goddamn
Chop give me ten glass extend goddamn
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