[Preme]
I'm in this bitch with Tity, Slo, and Twitch
Semis going fully auto with one flip, just hit the switch
Flash my wrist and hit your bitch
This rap game is hit or miss
Five rings, hard to close my fist
And all my VVs flushed, looking like my chain took a piss
Been making movies in the six, got my life looking like it's TIFF
My highlight is I ain't dead 'cause most my opps done came and went
Can't keep track of what I spent
If she fuck me good, I pay the rent
And treat me like a new Benz
Sit on my hood and make a dent
Damn, back up in this bitch again, new mink on my pretty skin
Yellow bitch in my yellow Benz
Damn, all these dollars don't make no sense
Only shotters, no regular friends
Really popping, bulletproof my Benz
[Baka Not Nice]
We don't pillow talk, I just get the burner off, uh
We don't pillow talk, I just get the burner off, uh
We don't pillow talk, I just get the burner off, uh
We don't pillow talk, I just get the burner off, ayy, ayy
I'm too swagged out for cops
Deuce-deuce in my socks
Yeah, these bullets hot
We just sprayed your homie's block
This the fuckin' dot
Only aiming at your tops
[Preme]
Top-up windows tinted, two-seater four bitches
It's funny how the fast life make a nigga do the speed limit
My brother bought a double-R, my dawg so blessed, I sneezed in it
If you gotta put keys in it to start it, then we ain't in it
Beg your pardon, but I never beg, so big-headed, you won't get ahead
You still bragging 'bout your lil toast, that's why you still getting little bread
Why you always gotta do the most and got the nerve to say you making less?
If I tell the truth, I ain't impressed with you rappers in your little dress
If I do it, we did it
If I get it, we get it
If they with me, they some real niggas
Since sixteen, was seeing six figures
I'm Master P to these niggas
Got my army, I don't see limits
This year, I lifted up my whole fam'
Just like squats put my knees in it
[Baka Not Nice]
We don't pillow talk, I just get the burner off, uh
We don't pillow talk, I just get the burner off, uh
We don't pillow talk, I just get the burner off, uh
We don't pillow talk, I just get the burner off, ayy, ayy
I'm too swagged out for cops
Deuce-deuce in my socks
Yeah, these bullets hot
We just sprayed your homie's block
This the fuckin' dot
Only aiming at your tops
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