Nigga know what the fuck goin' on, nigga
Uh, uh
Nigga, told the plug, "Meet me at the icebox"
Uh, then I saw the brick at the Jack in the Box
Uh, choppa shoot a nigga in his dreadlocks
Uh, invest in these shooters like a man don't stop
Uh, postin' with my niggas and we on the block
Huh, Hellcat, zaza, this shit hot box
Uh, and my niggas in the kitchen with the pot
Uh, almost burned my hand, damn, this shit hot
Uh, ballin' on these niggas like I'm on the court
Uh, then I saw the pound at the airport
Whippin' all this dope with a fuckin' fork
Uh, now I'm on that jet out to New York
Got another brick, I gotta sell this shit quick, fuck
Nigga, hit him with the choppa, nigga think he slick
Drop him down with that choppa, I ain't tryna politic
Bust down on my chains and my motherfuckin' wrist, uh
Fuck nigga get hit, sound like thunder
Hunnid K for my chain if you ever want it
All my niggas sell bricks in the winter, in the summer
In the middle of the trap, I pull up in a Hummer, uh
Uh, Lamborghini fallin', Oklahoma
Feel like Pluto, fuckin' up some commas
Nigga play, I hit him with the lumber
Hunnid K for my baby mama
Trappin' inside these niggas, you know we sell the bags
This shit straight swag, ain't no price tag
Beamin' on the opps like a punching bag
VVS diamonds on my dawg's head
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