[1nonly]
Bitch, I push up with that steel
Who you tryna kill?
Forgiato's on the whip, I'm riding through your field
B-b-bitch, I keep the cash out
Choppa shootin', man down
Looking up at my bank account
That paper that your rent's 'bout
[1nonly]
Smoke a blunt up while the stars shining
Bitch, I'm living presidential, living bona fide
Pushing up on against us, this ain't no rental, bring the .45
Pop it like the fourth of July started
In the middle of that money talk, don't hit my line, callin'
You want my hit list, come and get your wig split
Calling me up like I give a fuck, keep yourself at a distance
Picks up all the rose petals droppin' on the floor
Boy, I thought you knew to know better, talkin' lot you don't
[1nonly]
Bitch, I push up with that steel
Who you tryna kill?
Forgiato's on the whip, I'm riding through your field
B-b-bitch, I keep the cash out
Choppa shootin', man down
Looking up at my bank account
That paper that your rent's 'bout
[1nonly]
F-Forgiato's on the whip, I'm on the whip, I'm on it
Ridin' Forgiato's on the whip, I'm on the whip, I'm on it
Ridin' Forgiato's on the whip, I'm on the whip, I'm on it
Ridin' Forgiato's on the whip, I'm on the whip, I'm on it
Ridin' Forgiato's on the whip, I'm on the whip, I'm on it
Ridin' Forgiato's on the whip, I'm on the whip, I'm on it
Ridin' Forgiato's on the whip, I'm on the whip, I'm on it
Ridin' Forgiato's on the whip, I'm on the whip, I'm on it
Ridin'
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