[Intro]
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Rockin' with DJ YoungKash

[Verse 1]
I need thirty bands
Call panic boy, bitch, I need thirty Xans
Ayy, I'm on my own (I'm on my own)
And I don't need no help bitch, I just need my throne
Yeah, I'm a God to 'em (God to 'em)
Bitches tryna fuck me 'cause I'm odd to 'em ('Cause I'm odd to 'em)
I guess that's okay
All I want, a pretty bitch, I guess I get my way (Get my way)
Who gon' stop me? (No one)
Jugging in the ice, I need [?]
Ayy, lil' bitch, I like your coat (BeatStars.com)
Bitches give me nothing, if it's rings, I like it gold

[Verse 2]
Thirty to my dome
Profile just like Chapo, now these bitches play my songs
I guess I don't really care (No, I don't)
Look me in my face and ask me if I'm really there
I get the rock (Get that shit)
I was skipping class, I kept them Xannies in my crotch
With my nerds, used to know that I was turnt
Get my bag daily, bitches know that I was burnt
Just remember you a flame n***a
Now they call me Flame, I hate that shit, it make me aim (BeatStars.com)
[?], we the best
White man, woman always change
She's tryna throw me ass 'cause she know I'm gon' be rich
She give me everything because I never gave a shit
Thousand bottles 'cause I'm scared to slit my wrist
I guess I'm on my way, now I see why I was taking risks
Ayy, I hate being sober
Staring at my chalice, see my cup running over
Bitch, I'm all-terrain, I'm a motherfucking soldier
My old bitch tryna rob me like a rover
[Outro]
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