[Guap Tarantino]
DMC Global now, nigga
Ooh, iLuvMuny
[Guap Tarantino]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Servin' in the Rover, I feel like I'm BlocBoy (Shoot)
Rollie on my wrist, it don't tick-tock, boy (Skrt)
Dip, dip, dip, want a mil', mil', mil'
I'm for real, real, real, kept it real, real, real (Yeah)
Ran my check up, got 'em big mad, boy (Yeah, yeah)
Diamonds on my neck, this is not glass, boy (Yeah, yeah)
[Kevin Gates]
Way before I make a play and then I order up them bands
Perico get imported, they report to Yucatán
Throw my arms around you, I could throw it off the glass
When a plug's around you, you don't even need no cap
I took a trip for a pole in the cold in Chicago and went, got my mind together
I cannot speak for a nigga who say how he livin', we ain't do no time together
Might take a trip to Atlanta to touch on my dancer, we can't spend no time together
Pull on her hair when I'm punchin', the dick in her back, you too cute to be cryin' together
Baby, don't worry, you know how I be thuggin', big general, gettin' your spine together
You say you gon' send it, I fall in here with a lieutenant, just know that we dyin' together
Know that I'm one in a mil' and I'm standin' on ten and I'm Bread Winner fly forever
Sheddin' out tears in the crowd when I'm wrappin' them bricks, they don't know I'm supplyin' the weather
126 and he chargin' you 4K (Nope), them numbers too high, I say no way (Nope)
I'm 3650, a four-way, I got that paste and it lock up like Colgate
Wholesale like all of the drop in the pot and it's comin' back, babe, like the top of a toenail
Don't be surprised if you walk in the spot and try not to get hot if you catch your lil' ho there, uh
[Guap Tarantino]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Servin' in the Rover, I feel like I'm BlocBoy (Shoot)
Rollie on my wrist, it don't tick-tock, boy (Skrt)
Dip, dip, dip, want a mil', mil', mil'
I'm for real, real, real, kept it real, real, real (Yeah)
Ran my check up, got 'em big mad, boy (Yeah, yeah)
Diamonds on my neck, this is not glass, boy (Yeah, yeah)
[Guap Tarantino]
I went put-put with a slut, got your main ho (Main ho)
She a real thot, let me nut on her ring, ho (Ring, ho)
Rap niggas gay, wanna go fuck a rainbow (Fuck that)
Real fat nigga, you won't catch me in a Lambo (Skrt)
Real trap nigga, he might weigh with his eye closed (What)
KB real thot, he might pay, what's your price, ho? (Yeah)
Young nigga in the spot, they don't spray it with no mask on (Brr)
Cuz came in, touched, he turned around and turned them racks on (Ra-ra-ra-ra-racks)
I came in clutch, I turned around and got that bag home (Yeah)
Scott, keep in touch, I fucked around and now I'm mad gone (Yeah, yeah)
The tag, ain't no rush, I walked in Lenox with my flag on (Woo)
I'm a Chevy baby, bitch, I never really liked the Jag, though (Skrt, skrt, skrt)
They say chill, chill, chill, but I can't though (No)
Diamonds real, real, real, need a sink, ho (Blow, blow)
I got real, real drugs to make you faint, ho (Make you faint, ho)
Only bitch that I loved my bank ho (What, no cap)
[Guap Tarantino]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Servin' in the Rover, I feel like I'm BlocBoy (Shoot)
Rollie on my wrist, it don't tick-tock, boy (Skrt)
Dip, dip, dip, want a mil', mil', mil'
I'm for real, real, real, kept it real, real, real (Yeah)
Ran my check up, got 'em big mad, boy (Yeah, yeah)
Diamonds on my neck, this is not glass, boy (Yeah, yeah)
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