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I'm a lean-sippin' dog, definition of a block nigga Catch them niggas lackin' through my hood, we throwin' shots in it I've been slimin' shit since I was young, I ain't gon' stop winnin' In that cullinan with like four guns, I'm gettin' top in it Quay Quay told me he gon' get his lick, he ain't gon' stop spinnin' So it's fuck them niggas and fuck everyone that rock with 'em (fuck 'em) Rollie froze, I keep my jewelry cold, I be with hot niggas Would've fried my plug, but he too low, that's why I shop with him I like mixin' purple in my red 'cause I like how it look In and out with dog, run up them bands, on 25 a book (upgrade) Got an apron on when I mix fent, it's like I'm tryna cook (skrrt, skrrt) Could've ran for track the way we hop out, hunt you down on foot (pow, pow, pow, pow) Ridin' strikers, I was in the fеds standin' on business, did my time with lifers Policе pulled me over, found that piper Bitch, I want the head, I got a wife to fuck (no) You ain't gangsta, you just like the look That TRX feel like I'm ridin' vipers Paid in full, watch it like a lake, I feel like rich and ace Never been no calvin, dodgin' ricos, gotta switch the states (yeah) Switchin' plates, police pull me over, skrrt, we ditch the drac' I like Saint Laurent, but wear Supreme, got Glock, we switch and bait Stuffed her coochie hole then hit the road, that's my lil' trap baby (trap baby) Lambo '22, turnt it up, that bitch was back dated Been layin' low, I hit the hood and they raided, I ain't been back lately Hundred racks in fives, the sloppy roll look like the crack baby (crack) I like fuckin' hoes and countin' pros, but I hate niggas that be tellin' Fifty racks on ice and clothes, put that shit on Fuck just buyin' bows, we pushin' lows (yeah) Forty bands for shows, I pull up pole, up two mill', ain't took a loan Baccarat and mud, that's my cologne, yeah, that's my scent It's on forgis, that's my Benz That's your wife, but that's my bitch (my ho) Dude ain't right, fucked around, they gave bro life 'cause they done flipped Yellow ice look like piss, purple pint, I pour up six I'm that one, I'm that one, yeah, bitch, I've been that one Hundred rounds stuffed in the drum, rollie bustin', I'm the one I'm that one (yeah), I'm that one, bitch, I've been that one I put switchy on the guns, come shop with me, bitch, I'm the one I'm that one, I'm that one, yeah, bitch, I've been that one Hundred rounds stuffed in the drum, rollie bustin', I'm the one I'm that one, I'm that one, bitch, I've been that one I put switchy on the guns, come shop with me, bitch, I'm the one I ain't no bitch, I ain't no sucker, I ain't no ho, I ain't no rat (uh-uh) Niggas hoes, we closin' traps, fuck the body, we blow at hats Money long, ran them pros up off the road, them bows and act (right like this) That's my flow, I stole it back, do my shows off percs and max I ain't talkin' 'less you payin', niggas talkin' to the feds (hello?) Walk him down, he tried to ran, in the coffin with no legs Rolls-Royce half a million, brand-new loft, three hundred grand Only bosses in the gang, don't take no losses with them bands (yeah) I'm that one, I'm that one, yeah, bitch, I've been that one Hundred rounds stuffed in the drum, rollie bustin', I'm the one I'm that one, I'm that one, bitch, I've been that one I put switchy on the guns, come shop with me, bitch, I'm the one I'm that one, I'm that one, yeah, bitch, I've been that one Hundred rounds stuffed in the drum, rollie bustin', I'm the one I'm that one, I'm that one, bitch, I've been that one I put switchy on the guns, come shop with me, bitch, I'm the one
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