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Yeah

Pull up in that fat shit

Pull up in that fast whip

I'm in love with fashion

That glizzy got a fat clip

30 in that ratchet

stacking up that cabbage

No per diem in my bag bitch

Yo BM she a catfish

My DM nothing average

I dropped out of class I wasn't with that capping

I was living fast chasing cash I was that Pac-Man

And then the plans changed

Xans up in my drank

Xanax to the brain

Brain

Brain

I can't feel my face

PKs won't numb the pain

Some things will never change

Popping pills in my Burberry feeling like the dough man

Standing on these niggas necks I treat them like a door mat

I be all across the country something like a nomad

Acting thirsty call her Thursday all she do is throwback

Yeah

These niggas past tense

They ran out of juice

Like they on 5 percent

Can't see behind the 5 percent

Diamonds dancing on my neck now I just want to cash a check

A/C I'm cooler than a fan

I just want to run them commas I just want to pop them bands

AMG GLE the Benz

Pull up on lil mama in a tonka told her bring her friends