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New bag alert that's a PSA
I just hit TSA
I don't give a fuck about what he gon' say
I've been getting Frito-Lay
Youngin' I aint new to the breesh, okay
Smooth on my feet, okay
Big body parked in the street, okay
Left it running like a relay race
I've been surfing on the back end made the burner backflip how these niggas tapped in
Engine in the Hellcat got a nigga strapped in
It go pap-a-pap-pap like a nigga tap dance
She gon' give it to me she a thot thot
She gon' listen to me she a hot shot
She gon suck it up 'til she gawk gawk
Now I got the keys to her heart like a lock box
Y'all boys is not really trappin', fucked up my re-up to see what would happen
Got it right back and got that shit slappin
Probably done served enough packs to go platinum, uh
Give me my plaque and my trophy, y'all do not know me, y'all cannot hold me
I'm like Ginóbili, bitch I'm like Kobe, even in crunch time bitch I'm too cozy
Rack it up, I want a mill I'ma stack it up
Yes I talk slick and I back it up, y'all under pressure you crackin' up
I'ma be rich when I'm eighty, like my bitches all thicker than gravy
Tell lil' woadie quit playin, I'm wavy
If you trying to link you could pay me
Girl I got the keys to the bakery, I'ma keep that cake on me
Hit my side if my main thing flake on me, she gon pull up even if her tank on "E"
She be getting tired when she shake on me but I'm not finna let her take a break on me and
I was serving niggas out of state OG, I put 'em on a list and made 'em wait on me
Bitch I'm ahead of my time, I done got seasoned got better with time
I'm on the road and I'm handling mine, I'ma have hoes when I'm seventy-five
Amiri the belt, straight out the mud I believed in myself
Bought a new crib, gave the keys to myself and I did it alone I aint needed no help
Don't know what to say when she ask my profession, I've got a few hustles got me some connections
And I've been finessing since I was eleven I pull up with spinners like it's '97
And my two-way jumping it jump out my pocket it jump out my jacket it jump like the rockets
I still get a rush when I count up the profit I probably couldn't stop it even if I wanted so I'ma
Rack it up, I want a mill I'ma stack it up
Yes I talk slick and I back it up, y'all under pressure you crackin' up
I'ma be rich when I'm eighty, like my bitches all thicker than gravy
Tell lil' woadie quit playin, I'm wavy
If you trying to link you could pay me
