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[Intro]
(FreshDuzIt)

[Chorus]
I'm a rich, pistol-totin', Glizzy-blowin', young wild n***a
She love my style, she know we bring them choppers out (Choppers out, uh)
We first forty-eight shit (First forty-eight, come here), we forensic baow, n***a (Ha)
Watch how you talk, you say it's up, it's goin' down

[Verse 1]
You say, you can't take it back (Uh-uh)
He get played to full, he catch a hat (Played to full)
I pull up, you see, exact
I got killers strapped, they in the Scat
She ain't 4X, she ain't got the tag (4X)
We outside, they be on the 'net
I teach you, flip the ho just like a pack
I drop a bankroll, get his brother whacked
I thought that he get hoes (Yeah)
I'm tryna touch your toes
I turn her up and have her doin' shit that she ain't did before
All my opps know what it's hittin' four
Bitch, I ain't lost a soul (Uh-uh)
Goin' God, I set the score up like a pick and roll
Uh-huh, that C8 came with ten CEOs, know we in some shit (Gang)
We still be in that rental, bitch, we plottin', tryna spit some shit (We on)
I hit his clues, the ho smokin' exotic gas and coppin' explicit, bitch
They 'bout to stress, it's hard to love a thot
I fucked his ho, he damn hear killed the bitch

[Chorus]
I'm a rich, pistol-totin', Glizzy-blowin', young wild n***a
She love my style, she know we bring them choppers out (Choppers out, uh)
We first forty-eight shit (First forty-eight, come here), we forensic baow, n***a (Ha)
Watch how you talk, you say it's up, it's goin' down
[Verse 2]
These n***as can't fuck with the fours (Can't fuck with the fours)
They really be duckin' big 4 (They really be duck)
Keep my fire if he clutchin' and close
If he on my head, then we fuckin' his bro (Come here)
Not to trust, I ain't tuckin' no poles
On his ass, we be wipin' his nose (We on)
Tryna tuck, we got so many poles
I'm the biggest, stil crackin' the fours (Still crackin' the fours)
I like my bitch red like a rose (Fuck)
They know I'm double R like a Rolls-Royce, comin' beefo, I stick to the code (Get 'em gone)
Bruh up the stick, made her woke (Come on)
She eat dick, she ain't dance on no boats (Thot)
She said 4 'nem be doin' the most (Haha)
Stick party, big Stunna the host
Big steppers, the opps know we step for they poles (Uh-huh)
We step where they be, get with him for a small fee (Wham)
These n***as all cheap (All cheap), my n***as all creep (All creep)
Foenem touch they car, want 'em racks, bitch, we all lost
Give me the back then go to war with me, I don't care 'bout what it cost
Diamonds burr, this shit on frost

[Chorus]
I'm a rich, pistol-totin', Glizzy-blowin', young wild n***a
She love my style, she know we bring them choppers out (Choppers out, uh)
We first forty-eight shit (First forty-eight, come here), we forensic baow, n***a (Ha)
Watch how you talk, you say it's up, it's goin' down