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Woah

I got hoes

On the low

On that Mo on my phone

Check the glow

This my show

Finna blow

I got 4s in my coat

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What we on

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Styrofoam

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Find a clone

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Fly alone

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Little jet

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Finna bet

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On the set

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I be in the bay

Getting hyphy at the most

If you really think I'm slimy

You can find me at the coast

And I ain't hiding

I'm residing

I been tied up to my post

Man alright then

That's a night in

I been sliding in the ghost

I'm Poseidon when I'm fighting

Then I'm riding with the folks

Straight grinding with the spokes

I just write it in my notes

I'm a young YG

Grew up fly with the lokes

Now them hoes try me

I deny with the hopes

I'm in San Fran

San Tan

Anthem

And Prescott

I'm the Van Damme

Cam man

Have to respect it

I handstand

Can't plan

Back when elected

Got 10 grand for the band

If they perfect it

Young Johnny Lennon

Hoes can't get it

Let me kick it a minute

Fore I be dipping in the Civic

That young man got no limit

He spitting then he go get it

The lieutenant of this shit

And I never be living timid

Let me hit it a minute

I'm spinning Japanese denim

And the whip ain't no lemon

I got a bit of steez with them

Did this shit independent

I got a little cheese hidden

Got a starry Ferrari

And I just put the keys in it

I'm a young OG

Hoes know me

And the shit get so do deep

I get no sleep

If my bitch gonna creep

Know the kid gonna cheat

I got Givenchy

And if it's on me

I'm writing hits all week

Yo hit this I'm geeked

Got this shit for free

I bring LSD

Twisting weed

I feed

This lil bitch I don't need

I got three in Tennessee

And they seething with jealousy

So I just keep them next to me

You stay peeping the recipe

Like bitch

That's easy

Woah

I got hoes

On the low

On that Mo on my phone

Check the glow

This my show

Finna blow

I got 4s in my coat

Not yet

Not yet

What we on

Not yet

Styrofoam

Not yet

Find a clone

Not yet

Fly alone

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Little jet

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Finna bet

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On the set

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Money cars

Weed bitches

Clothes

Stunt so fucking hard

I think I need three phones

Still be living large

Driving around repos

Since I was a week old

I was spitting deep flows

Not another cheap dose

Of your little weak shows

You could fucking keep those

On the fucking east coast

This is bay shit

A shit

All over the nation

Riding in the spaceship

Wouldn't be close

Just another deep throw

I'm like Pat Mahomes

Stay strapped

Take that

Paid back my loans

Maybach stay cracked

When I'm passing homes

Can't lack straight gas

Think the pack cologne

Might aim it at your dome

And stain the gat in chrome

That's why I rap alone

Cause I got packs to sew

And stack racks of dough

Keep the casket yo

I got plaques out the ass

What you asking for

Woah

I got hoes

On the low

On that Mo on my phone

Check the glow

This my show

Finna blow

I got 4s in my coat

Not yet

Not yet

What we on

Not yet

Styrofoam

Not yet

Find a clone

Not yet

Fly alone

Not yet

Little jet

Not yet

Finna bet

Not yet

On the set

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Woah

I got hoes

On the low

On that Mo on my phone

Check the glow

This my show

Finna blow

I got 4s in my coat

Not yet

Not yet

What we on

Not yet

Styrofoam

Not yet

Find a clone

Not yet

Fly alone

Not yet

Little jet

Not yet

Finna bet

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On the set

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