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I got the boogers all up in my chain
Free Slugga he locked up in chains (Huh)
My n***as they ready to-
Yeah, my n***as they ready to bang
My lil youngins screaming out “Gang”
Twenty pointers in the tennis chain, huh
I’m in this bitch wit’ my heater
I don’t need that bitch you can keep her
We got the stick in the Track’
So high, I done lost track
I’m beatin’ that bitch from the back
Fuck around and pull out the bitch tracks

I get so much motherfuckin’ money
Yeah, I feel like this shit is a hack
We did this shit it’s so funny
Bitch that clip hanging on like a bat
I’m running straight to the damn racks
I’m smoking I ain’t talkin’ backs
You actin tough, need to relax
Before you get left up in the past
Them lil bitty chains on yo neck
That ain’t diamonds lil bitch that is glass
Finna go get a double bеzel Rolex
Pull off on the cops doing thе dash
She ride the dick the best like it was stolen
My brother just shipped the Wock’ and it came from Poland
Lil Daroo aiming at your top he ready to blow it
All these n***as is fake
All these n***as is hoes
These n***as really some rats
So watch who you call your bro
My brother a millionaire he shittin’ on all of these hoes
I don’t go nowhere with them bitches
I’m too focused on the benjis
I’m finna go S-class in ‘23
Trying to get the one with the red seats
Rino say he finna get me AP
Got the money yeah he spend it crazy
I’m sticked up so don’t try to zoe me
N***a think he finna repo me
You trippin’, you trippin’
You better not get caught slippin’
You trippin’, you trippin’
Fuck around and end up missing
All my n***as they carry them missiles
These n***as be cryin’ go get em a tissue
Bitch you stupid if you think I miss you
We’re going to roll em up if it’s an issue
I walk up in Saks and I spend a lil rack
You know imma get it right back
None these n***as want to kick it wit you
I guess they don’t fuck with the rat
You trippin’, huh you trippin’
You better not get caught slippin’
You tripping, huh you tripping’
You better not get caught slippin’
Free lil Tristan, Free lil Tristan
Yeah, he shootin’ like he on the Pistons
My chains so God damn loud
Jangling when I’m in that pussy
I don’t know what you heard about
Run em down bitch you better not push me
Do that shit like it’s a movie
12 mad I’m clutching my toolie
When I’m high I just play with her booty
Smoking on za my eyes look stupid