Rich nigga ridin' in the latest year coupe
Scheme shit, watch a bitch nigga get spoofed
Clutchin' on a stick got the jackboy spooked
Only thing I shoot is guns, nigga I don't hoop
I could press a button get a nigga block nuked
I could feel my brain cells were pairing on the shrooms
If rap never worked I would probably sell food
Feeling like Saitama, all these goddamn joules
Bands comin' in, got a whole lotta mules
When you from the streets, boy your heart turns cruel
When you from the streets, can't trust nobody
Got it all myself, I ain't front nobody
Black truck full of bitches, all mine
Hellcat full of shooters, all got bodies
Street nigga trophy'd, got about eight watches
Say you gon' take some, lil nigga stop it
M's on M's, got diabetic pockets
Team full a niggas, goddamn we poppin'
Leavin' out the club, me and two lil baddies
Every nigga around me blicked up, I don't ???
Thick bitch with me, figure four if I tell her
Have a bank account? Fuck it, I'm the main teller
That ain't real za we was puffin' on smell it
Come and try this, you might die ???
Eating on ??? from the Amazon Forest
Hundred pounds of exotic in the ???
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Countin' up million cash, ??? broad bitch
Talkin' out of ???, I'm a real smooth talker
??? got a nigga moon walking
Left her on read, I'm talking Instagram model
Living life fast, everything full throttle
Rich nigga ridin' in the latest year coupe
Sch-Scheme shit, watch a bitch nigga get spoofed
Clutchin' on a stick, got the jackboy spooked
Only thing I shoot is guns, nigga I don't hoop
I could press a button get a nigga block nuked
I could feel my brain cells were pairing on the shrooms
If rap never worked I would probably sell food
Feeling like Saitama, all these goddamn joules
Bands comin' in, got a whole lotta mules
When you from the streets, boy your heart turns cruel
When you from the streets, can't trust nobody
Got it all myself, I ain't front nobody
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