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(Yeah)

Wait, why you do me? (Hey)

Diamond ice rings (slatt)

Came in drippin', yeah (Yeah, Yeah)

Fucked that bitch, oh yeah (Yeah, Yeah)

Carrots cut my wrist (Yeah, Yeah)

Kick shit down oblique (Beeum)

Niggas throwin' fits (Beeum)

Throwin' bitch fits (Beeum)

Drippy Prada, bitch (Beeum)

Like what time you on? (Ha)

He ain't on no shit

Step to the mound and pitch

Pitch that talkin' shit (Gang)

Nigga threw he missed

2 combo I slipped

Weave and dodged that shit (Bow)

Yeah, it's been a min' (Brrt)

It's been a min'

Gotta get to that bag, yeah (Do, Do, Do, What?), aye

A young born hooper fell in love with stackin' yeah, aye (Swish, Yeah, What?)

Yeah, my boy Nilo, yeah, he been cookin', yeah, aye

2 duos no we can't miss, yeah, aye (Nah)

Feelin' like Curry

Feelin' like Thompson

Straight to da chip, no we ain't stoppin'

Look at you clothes

Whatchu rockin'?

Give 'em that dental, he ain't flossin' (Aye)

If he come to the paint, nigga I'm blockin'

Don't need a center to board that's Rodman

Pay attention lil bitch, yeah, you plottin' (Yeah)

Try to get a nigga caught you wildin', aye

You tripped on yo self, aye

Before trippin' on me (Aye, What?)

How do you feel?, aye (Yeah, What?)

Couldn't be me (Gang, Gang)

Get a dye pack (Aye)

Yeah, that money pack (Yeah)

Smokin' Anthrax

He ain't cough back (Gang)

Picturing me on top of a boat, on top of a ghost (Yeah)

Doin' the most, got me some cash

Shake it some more (brrr, gat, gat)

I like a bitch without the make up, without the hoes (Bow)

Give me a bitch with all the ass, with all the dough (Gang)

I want a bitch, my ride or die to hold da pole (Gang)

Give me the face, she want some dick

She wanna roll (Give her da face yeah)

Adderall, aye

Look at my pockets they swole (Yeah, Pockets so what?)

I'm to swole, aye

She dance on me like a pole (Aye, Aye, Yeah)

I cannot lie

You did this before?, yeah, she was a pro (She was a what?)

Niggas still talkin'

Pull the fuck up, who want the smoke? (Who want the, Bow)

He do not want it

Killin' 'em off

Just like a roach (brrt, Yeah)

On the west coast, aye

Ballin' like we in the east coast (Gang)

These niggas they cappers (Aye)

These niggas they actors, yeah

All of these niggas they wannabe gansters, yeah (Yeah)

Pull up to the block

Like where are they at? (Yeah, What?)

He ain't come outside (What?)

Scared of the gac (What? Gang)

Why these niggas talkin' like they know me? (Know me)

Shit changed ever since the death of Kobe (Death of Kobe)

Niggas fakin' love (What? What?)

I can't even trust me (Yeah, Nah, Ha)

I don't even know me (Nah)

But at the same time I still love me (love me)

Go to my jeweler (Go to my, bang)

Cop me a Rollie

Pour the double up do it for Oshi (Pour the 4)

I can't believe it this bitch just tried to stall me (Stall me)

Bitches tried to set me up

You got the wrong one b

(Aye)

(Yeah)

(Yeah)

Wait, why you do me?

Diamond ice rings