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It's Thug Yeah Hmmm Yeah Hmm

Brand new big body might cop a Ferrari just stacked a Bugatti got bitches Follies

Ride on the beat like a brand new Ducati got rich out the mud no I ain't go to college

Controlling my game I'm the captain the pilot I walk on the lot cash it out with no millage

Walk up in Webster's the fuck is stylist I'm smoking on Za swear this backwood the loudest

I'm stacking blue hundreds my pockets they crowed ducked off in the Audi the whip extra cloudy

A master a P bitch you that i'm bout it

A boss I'm the Don yeah these bitches don't doubt it

I walk in the show got the bitch extra crowed back stage with the groupie these bitches the wildest

I ran this shit up bet my mama the proudest this drip on my body ain't come from the stylist

I'm dripping and dressing like sauce on a salad came up off a pallet, I'm working my mallet

Bust down a P that just came back from cali I'm pushing this weight like a lifter at Bally's

You want you a P pull up meet me at Rally's just served a lil stripper just walked outta Sally's

Remember them days I was shopping at Fallas now walk in the Gallo and ball like a savage

My pockets they stuffed they infested with cabbage I live like a King yeah this shit extra lavish

All in her pocketbook cash let me grab it cash out the lot, to the shop time to slab it

Trap really jump make it hop like a rabbit you step on my toe and yo toe ima tag it

Hop on beat CSI bodybag it ain't no lethal weapon but AR's like dragons

They wheel out his body in flashing light wagons I been Soulja ragging these niggas be flagging

I'm on like the wifi these niggas be lagging pants on my hip but the Fye got me sagging

Stay with the smoke like the snot of a dragon get hit with that fye put yo ass in a wagon

I get his done and I promise ain't flagging

Air this bitch out and I slide a new mag in

Brand new big body might cop a Ferrari just stacked a Bugatti got bitches Follies

Ride on the beat like a brand new Ducati got rich out the mud no I ain't go to college

Controlling my game I'm the captain, the pilot I walk on the lot cash it out with no millage

Walk up in Webster's the fuck is stylist, I'm smoking on Za swear this backwood the loudest

I'm stacking blue hundreds my pockets they crowed ducked off in the Audi the whip extra cloudy

A master a P bitch you that i'm bout it

A boss I'm the Don yeah these bitches don't doubt it

I walk in the show got the bitch extra crowed back stage with the groupie these bitches the wildest

I ran this shit up bet my mama the proudest this drip on my body ain't come from the stylist