I'm a lean-sippin' dog, definition of a block nigga
Catch them niggas lackin' through my hood, we throwin' shots in it
I've been slimin' shit since I was young, I ain't gon' stop winnin'
In that Cullinan with like four guns, I'm gettin' top in it
Quay Quay told me he gon' get his lick, he ain't gon' stop spinnin'
So it's fuck them niggas and fuck everybody that rock with 'em
Rollie froze, I keep my jewelry cold, I be with hot niggas
Would've fried my plug, but he too low, that's why I shop with him
I like mixin' purple in my red 'cause I like how it look
In and out with dog, run up them bands, on twenty-five a book
Got an apron on when I mix fent, it's like I'm tryna cook
Could've ran for track the way the way we hop out, hunt you down on foot
Ridin' strikers, I was in the feds standin' on business, did my time with lifers
Police pulled me over, found that piper
Bitch, I want the head, I got a wife to fuck
You ain't gangsta, you just like the look
That TRX feel like I'm ridin' vipers
Paid in full, watch it like a lake, I feel like Rich and Ace
Never been no Calvin, dodgin' RICOs, gotta switch the states
Switchin' plates, police pull me over, skrrt, we ditch the Drac'
I like Saint Laurent, but wear Supreme, got Glock, we switch and bait
Stuffed her coochie hole then hit the road, that's my lil' trap baby
Lambo 22, I turned it up, that bitch was back dated
Been layin' low, I hit the hood and they raided, I ain't been back lately
Hundred racks in fives, the sloppy roll look like the crack baby
I like fuckin' hoes and countin' pros, but I hate niggas that be tellin'
Fifty racks on ice and clothes, put that shit on
Fuck just buyin' bows, we pushin' lows
Forty bands for shows, I pull up pole, up two mill', ain't took a loan
Baccarat and mud, that's my cologne, yeah, that's my scent
It's on Forgis, that's my Benz
That's your wife, but that's my bitch
Dude ain't right, fucked around, they gave bro life 'cause they done flipped
Yellow ice look like piss, purple pint, I pour up six
I'm that one, I'm that one, yeah, bitch, I've been that one
Hundred rounds stuffed in the drum, Rollie bustin', I'm the one
I'm the one, I'm the one, bitch, I've been that one
I put switchy on the guns, come shop with me, bitch, I'm the one
I'm that one, I'm that one, yeah, bitch, I've been that one
Hundred rounds stuffed in the drum, Rollie bustin', I'm the one
I'm the one, I'm the one, bitch, I've been that one
I put switchy on the guns, come shop with me, bitch, I'm the one
I ain't no bitch, I ain't no sucker, I ain't no ho, I ain't no rat
Niggas hoes, we closin' traps, fuck the body, we blow at hats
Money long, ran them pros up off the road, them bows and Act
That's my flow, I stole it back, do my shows off Percs and max
I ain't talkin' 'less you payin', niggas talkin' to the feds
Walk him down, he tried to ran, in the coffin with no legs
Rolls Royce half a million, brand new loft, three hundred grand
Only bosses in the gang, don't take no losses with them bands
I'm that one, I'm that one, yeah, bitch, I've been that one
Hundred rounds stuffed in the drum, Rollie bustin', I'm the one
I'm the one, I'm the one, bitch, I've been that one
I put switchy on the guns, come shop with me, bitch, I'm the one
I'm that one, I'm that one, yeah, bitch, I've been that one
Hundred rounds stuffed in the drum, Rollie bustin', I'm the one
I'm the one, I'm the one, bitch, I've been that one
I put switchy on the guns, come shop with me, bitch, I'm the one
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